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What's In A Name { Colleen & Jack Donnelly }
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: March 25, 2019, 4:29 am
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This one was written especially for you my dear and I do hope
you enjoy it. I have to confess that Jack and Colleen are one of
my favorite pairings besides Cage and Colleen. Jack presents
himself as a cold calculating man but he's really honestly not,
especially when it comes to his wife. I'd like to think that
both Col and Jack have taken Jackie ( or Young Flannery as he's
called at times ) under their wing as a dear member of the
family much like a younger brother or even an adopted son. I'm
unsure as to what the happy parents to be are having as of yet
but given how sure both Jack and Jackie are about it being a
girl it seems fitting. I was also unsure of which name to choose
but given what is going on with my aunt it just seems to fit.
P.S. US Social Security lists the name at the very top of the
list for the 1920's so it was a nudge in the right direction.
The wee Miss Donnelly ( perhaps ) to be is also named in honor
of Colleen's dear sister Helene that goes without saying.
What's In A Name
“Have you thought about a name that strikes your fancy?”
A wry smile crept across Jack’s face as he went went about
hangout his coat on the hook by the front door before poking his
head into the front parlor where Colleen was curled up on the
settee where Jack normally read the evening paper. A new
knitting project was well under way as her needles clicked
merrily along turning a simple ball of cream colored yarn into a
downy soft blanket that would most likely be used in the pram or
in their little one’s crib.
“I’ve done some thinking and do you think we could name her
after your gran?”
“Mary Donnelly. I quite like the ring of that. But what makes
you so sure it’s a little girl? Could just as easily be a boy.
Don’t all fathers wish for a boy to carry on their name?”
“As long as it’s healthy I don’t care but I’ve got a feeling
this one’s a girl.”
Young Flannery popped from around the corner all but devouring a
piece of bread slathered in jam and butter an impish grin
playing at his mouth and a twinkle gleaming in his eyes. He
looked less like his twenty-one year old self and more like a
lad peeping in on his parents from around the corner.
“I dunno Mrs. D…Mr. D could be onto something. Y’know my granny
Reilly has the Touch and I've been right about every one of my
nieces and nephews so far maybe your fella has the Touch too. Is
it like a deep bone feeling?”
“Aye, Jackie it is and for the love of God call me Jack. Mr.
Donnelly was my father.”
“Well, you’re about to be Mary’s father. Probably about the
middle of December. Ooh! A Christmas baby. If you’re lucky
she’ll be born with a caul.”
“You sound ever so certain, Jackie.”
Colleen and Jack watched as young Flannery finished off his
bread and jam in one large bite and smiled while licking his
fingers.
“I can feel it in my bones, Mrs. D. Thank you for patching my
pants up not even my Ma back home could do a better job.”
“It’s Colleen, Jackie and you’re more than welcome. Oh! Speaking
of your mother a letter came for you along with a package,
they’re in your room next to your laundry.”
“Thanks, Mrs D…Colleen.”
They watched as he took the stairs two at a time up to his room
at the top of the landing. Once his bedroom door clicked closed
Colleen gave her husband a playful cuff.
“You don’t feed that boy nearly enough, Jack.”
Jack's eyes bulged for a moment as he reached for his spectacles
and the evening post. Taking a seat next to his wife shook his
head gently in disbelief.
“He eats like a bloody horse, Col! You should have seen him
today. Three toffee apples, four scones, two bowls of stew down
the pub and he literally ate two boxes of popcorn as we were
coming home. The boy's a bottomless pit.”
A worried look crossed Colleen's face as she finished a row in
the knit.
" You really should take him out for a proper bite to eat now
and then, Jack. He more than earns it. Perhaps I should have
tripled the batch of coddle for tonight's dinner.”
A rustle of the papers and the right edge folded down for a
moment as Jack quirked a brow. His wife was turning into a true
Irish Mammy before his very eyes and couldn't help but chuckle
as he studied her for a moment. Now sitting next to her he could
see a peek of the gentle curve that swelled under her dress he
also noted that she had taken her shoes off and was currently
perching her feet on his foot stool. He worried just how much
time she had spent on her feet today alone. She caught his
glance and he busied himself reading the next section
proclaiming that the temperance movement may reach Irish shores
as soon as next year. Jack couldn't help but snort at the idea.
The day Ireland became dry was when the world stopped turning.
A moment passed and Colleen studied her husband a small smile
playing at her lips once more as she set her knitting down.
“I’ll make you a deal. We’ll name her after my gran on the
condition that if it’s a boy we name him after you.”
She watched as Jack’s ears turned a deep pink shade that spread
across his cheeks and down his neck. Thankfully she hadn't
brought up the subject when he'd been trying to light his
evening cigarette otherwise the couch might just have gone up.
“I dunno, Colleen….Jack’s too common and I was named after my
Da…”
Reaching for his hand she gave it a gentle yet reassuring
squeeze of encouragement. After fourteen years together they
knew each other like a book but reassuring each other by holding
hands was something they frequently did.
“You’re not him, Jack and you know it. What about a middle
name?”
From the top of the stairs they heard a creak and young
Flannery’s voice.
“I hear Johnathan’s a good strong middle name for a boy but I’m
tellin’ ya it’s a little girl.”
The door closed once more leaving the parents to be chuckling in
spite of themselves.
“Well that settles the lad. But what about Rose for a middle or
Helene after your sister?”
“Mary Helene. It’s perfect.”
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Re: What's In A Name { Colleen & Jack Donnelly }
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: March 26, 2019, 4:16 pm
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Omg! it's hard to pick which part of this drabble is actually my
favourite, but I'm absolutely in love with the input from Jackie
in this piece. It's so typically him that it makes my heart sing
a little because he deserved this kind of life ( although
anything but what was handed to him would've been absolutely
perfect in comparison ). I adore that they have taken him in
and given him shelter and food and care for him in such a way
that easily rivals the lack of care from his brother. One thing
I always wonder about the Flannery brothers is the kind of
parents they had, but honestly I'd kill for them to be something
like Jack and Col, because perhaps that would have made Frank
turn out a lot different than he did, too. I'm also over the
moon with the name choices! particularly the middle name being
taken from Hel :D she would love that to pieces. I hope you and
your muses know that she would dote heavily on their child and
smother them with love and no doubt gifts at ever opportunity
she got.
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