#ft. cece

“okay, children, picture time! get close together, please… now, what do the plebeians say? gruyère?” — Blythe Van Doren

Someone with a cell phone. Or a boat. All sarcasm aside, it really depends. I could bring Jimmy for all intensive purposes; make them build a hut or something. It’d be like we’re kids all over again. Or, I could bring CeCe if I just wanted pure entertaining conversations. But I’d have to get back to you on who I’d be with if I had to repopulate on that island. 

Elliot still isn't used to the feel of Cece's hand in his, tugging him and Isla along in the museum. He's not used to the sound of her laughter or the sight of her smile when she sees him. Him. A smile has never meant so much to Elliot. Apart from Isla's. Each moment he spends with his little girl and her mom, he feels his heart ache with the sweetness of the moment. Like he can't believe he's existing in it. That he's there with them. C'mon, mama! C'mon Lil El! She says, letting go of their hands. Maybe the name should bother Elliot, but they're still getting used to each other, and he doesn't want to rush her. Besides, Lil El has never sounded better than it does when Cece says it in her tiny voice.