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Swim (death note)

     (my mind is truly all over the place most of the time. This "story"(really this wattpad story) might end up being my favorite outlet for that. Originally commented on somebody else's wattpad story. )

(where L has a wife and kid, inconceivable, I know.)

"It's like thi-"

"let Yancy figure it out on his own." I interrupted, flipping a page of my newspaper, less than interested in watching my half naked son and husband interact with their new pool. "If a boy's going to be successful, he's gunna hafta learn to stand on his own." 

"still don't get why we had to name him Yancy." L muttered, returning his back to me.

He's said this multiple times since he was born, and I've told him every time, "IT'S A FAMILY TRADITION, AND YOU KNOW IT!! Every First born child names their first Yancy Reginald ( name)! After our ancestor Yancy the WWII veteran, who carried his small group of allies out of a burning building in the middle of a frigging gun fight!"

"Oh, but you don't care, do you. You just want me to teach my boy to swim." I got up into his face before picking up dear Yancy and whispering into his ear, "don't panic. When you hit the bottom of the pool, push away from it."

L recoiled when I threw my boy into the pool. I had to hold him back as the water stilled. He was about to throw me aside when Yancy's head broke the surface.

"Brilliant! You passed the first step!" I threw him a boogie board so he could keep his head above the water enough to listen to my next instruction.

"Now that you've surfaced, I'm sure you've noticed your instinct is to keep your legs moving, This is for a good reason. The water doesn't care whether you sink or swim, gravity, however, wants you as close to the planet's center-" L was interested in hearing more of your lesson, but couldn't focus knowing his baby was in the pool alone.

This problem had a simple solution.

I paused my lecture, interrupted by a splash.

My husband just threw himself into the pool, accidentally pulling Yancy down with him.

Remembering an off comment of his, about the apparent uselessness of swimming to a detective, you dove in after your drowning boys.

Chlorine stinging your eyes you looked for L, as you saw your son make a break for the surface.

Damn this cloudy pool.

I should clean it more often.

L is thrashing.

Panicking.

I grabbed his face, with my gentle touch I grabbed his attention.

I smashed my lips into his, giving him my air, before looking him in the eye as I pushed myself to the surface. He's smart. I think he got the message.

I gasp for air as I look for my son, Turing all around I see him grasping, white-knuckled, to the side of the pool.

L surfaces soon behind me, before he can thrash around, I grab him by the shoulders.

"Chill. You can float. Deep breaths. Lean back. I've got you."

With a shaky breath, he leans back into your arms.

"The water will cradle you as long as you keep steady. Ignore the world. Practice floating."

Once I was sure he'd be okay, I made my way over to poor Yancy. Still clinging for dear life on the side of the pool.

"Love, it's okay. Drowning might be a scary idea, but water doesn't want that." I take a deep breath and float on my back, before switching into a backstroke. "But you need to be able to see where you're going, so we turn to the trusty doggie paddle." I roll over onto my side to demonstrate, only to be splashed, as by boy zoomed to the other side of the pool.

"I'm so proud of you!" I cried, as I followed suit, only to be distracted by a still drowning husband.

"Shit!"

"Be there in a sec!"

One repeated sequence of events later.

"Are you alright? Do you want out of the pool?" I clutched him close to me as I sat on a ledge of the pool, his weight on my lap held me down.

No response. He just held me close, squishing his face deeper into my chest.

"You're so cold, Yancy! Go get the towels! Mommy's making dinner!"