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sealieRating: Slash; PG; h/c
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For Springwoof
Predestination – Not.
By Sealie
Well, hello, Steve thought to the newest member of their ‘ohana. Malia and Chin’s daughter was utterly tiny, fitting in the cradle of his two hands like tea in a teacup.
She was the smallest person who Steve had held. In comparison, thirteen month old George Williams was a chunky butterball, and as complicated as a tangled maze.
She squirmed and reached for her mother with all her self, and tiny pink, perfect hands grasped at the air.
Oh. Steve froze. He wanted to laugh. But he didn’t want to disturb the baby. It wasn’t written in stone. It wasn’t predestined. It wasn’t fate. But how the hell did Malia and Chin have a newborn baby guide? They had a baby sentinel and now they had a baby guide. All babies were emotional. Maybe all babies were empaths?
“Bam. Bam.” George informed the world that he was in the vicinity.
Danny came into the sunny nursery with George tucked in close on his hip.
“Hey, babe,” Danny said. “Little K need her diaper changed or something?”
Malia was sacked out in her bedroom fast, fast asleep and Chin had gone for a much needed breath of fresh air, leaving Steve and Danny to wrangle the kids.
“I think that she was just lonely. Wanted some company.”
“Mine!” George announced.
For one moment, Steve thought that George meant the baby, but George scowled with all the unchained, jealous ferocity that a toddler could display at Little K.
“Mine.” George reached for Steve, almost tumbling out of Danny’s grasp.
“Oh, someone is jealous.” Danny chortled.
“I’ve told you before, George, I’m your dad’s guide.”
“Mine,” George said truculently.
“Swap.” Danny said, easily sliding into Steve’s orbit, and somehow divesting Steve, one handed, of his new favourite person in the world, as George latched on like a monkey.
George plastered a chubby hand directly over Steve’s heart, as Steve wrapped an arm around him.
“Isn’t she adorable,” Danny cooed, gently rocking from foot to foot.
“Mine,” George said, oozing satisfaction.
Fin...
Warning: none
Advisory: none
Comments:
1) unbetaed
For Springwoof
Predestination – Not.
By Sealie
Well, hello, Steve thought to the newest member of their ‘ohana. Malia and Chin’s daughter was utterly tiny, fitting in the cradle of his two hands like tea in a teacup.
She was the smallest person who Steve had held. In comparison, thirteen month old George Williams was a chunky butterball, and as complicated as a tangled maze.
She squirmed and reached for her mother with all her self, and tiny pink, perfect hands grasped at the air.
Oh. Steve froze. He wanted to laugh. But he didn’t want to disturb the baby. It wasn’t written in stone. It wasn’t predestined. It wasn’t fate. But how the hell did Malia and Chin have a newborn baby guide? They had a baby sentinel and now they had a baby guide. All babies were emotional. Maybe all babies were empaths?
“Bam. Bam.” George informed the world that he was in the vicinity.
Danny came into the sunny nursery with George tucked in close on his hip.
“Hey, babe,” Danny said. “Little K need her diaper changed or something?”
Malia was sacked out in her bedroom fast, fast asleep and Chin had gone for a much needed breath of fresh air, leaving Steve and Danny to wrangle the kids.
“I think that she was just lonely. Wanted some company.”
“Mine!” George announced.
For one moment, Steve thought that George meant the baby, but George scowled with all the unchained, jealous ferocity that a toddler could display at Little K.
“Mine.” George reached for Steve, almost tumbling out of Danny’s grasp.
“Oh, someone is jealous.” Danny chortled.
“I’ve told you before, George, I’m your dad’s guide.”
“Mine,” George said truculently.
“Swap.” Danny said, easily sliding into Steve’s orbit, and somehow divesting Steve, one handed, of his new favourite person in the world, as George latched on like a monkey.
George plastered a chubby hand directly over Steve’s heart, as Steve wrapped an arm around him.
“Isn’t she adorable,” Danny cooed, gently rocking from foot to foot.
“Mine,” George said, oozing satisfaction.
Fin...
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