Prompt Fills Vol. 13
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troublewillfindme
Consider these all as a prequel to the family AU. John/Lizzie (+ kid)
She is, beyond any doubt in his mind, the most perfect face he has ever laid eyes on. He’s surprised how much she looks like them, his eyes and Lizzie’s nose, despite the absence of any blood relation. She is so small, and so new to the world. Holding her still feels a bit like a dream.
“Hey,” Lizzie says, sitting down next to him. “How’s fatherhood so far?”
He can smell the soap on her skin, the shampoo in her hair. “Surreal.”
She rests one hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently, and reaches out, catching their daughter’s tiny fingers with one of her own. “Yeah, I know that feeling. I’ll take her if you wanna go shower.”
“Thanks,” he says, gently passing his wife the sleeping bundle.
He pauses a moment to watch them, the way she settles so naturally in Lizzie’s arms.
He knows he is a lucky man, but it’s moments like this that remind him.
–
[Are you even wearing pants??]
“You really should take the day off.”
“I’m fine, Lizzie.”
“You were up all night with her.”
“It’s not exactly my first all nighter.”
“But pulling an all nighter at sixteen is a little different than pulling one at thirty-six.”
“It’s fine. She’s worth every minute of it.”
“You couldn’t find the milk this morning.”
“I’m just a little tired.”
“John, sweetheart, are you even wearing pants?”
“…Maybe you have a point.”
–
[Why can’t you ever just lay still?]
She isn’t bothered by diaper duty. She may be a bit out of practice, but it’s hardly a skill you lose after five years of babysitting.
Still, there is a reason she prefers a changing mat on the floor to the table.
Her daughter, full of vim and vigor and life, truly lives up to her nickname.
“Bug,” Lizzie sighs, closing the diaper. “Why can’t you ever just lay still?”
–
[Stop kicking me!]
Their bed has not been their bed for quite some time. It’s a fact he accepts without reservation. Yes, it means his nights are a little less restful, his sleep a little less rejuvenating, but it’s worth it to wake up in the morning and scoop Vera and Lizzie into a cuddle. There’s no better way to start the day.
There are, however, challenges.
“Lizzie. Lizzie,” he whispers. “Elizabeth.”
“Mmf?” She groans. “What’s wrong?”
“I love you, but stop kicking me.”
“S’not me,” she says, cracking an eye open.
“Then who is it?”
She gestures to the tiny, surprisingly athletic figure between them.
“When did she get that strong?”
“Terrible twos.”
Suddenly, it all makes sense.
–
[You’re hogging the blankets!]
“V,” he says, sitting on the edge of the bed, and undoing his tie. “V, you’re hogging the blankets.”
Another clap of thunder splits the air, and she flinches, curling in on herself. The power flickers and sputters out.
He sighs.
“C’mere, Bug,” he says, pulling her onto his lap, tangle of bedding and all. “I’ve got you.
He rubs slow circles onto her back.
“You’re safe, Bug. It’s just a storm. We’re together. We’re safe. Mommy and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
–
[Your hair keeps getting in my face!]
“Mommy!” Vera giggles. “Your hair keeps getting in my face!”
Lizzie cranes her neck down, gently booping her daughter’s nose with her own. “Don’t worry, Bug. Daddy will take you as soon as he comes downstairs.”
She wriggles in Lizzie’s arms. “Where is he?”
Lizzie tilts her head. “Probably coming down the actual stairs, knowing your father.”
“Mommy, why can’t Daddy stay home with us?”
“Because, Bug,” she says, grinning as she catches sight of her husband. “Then you’d never take a nap.”
–
[is that your hand on my leg?]
“John?”
“Mmf?”
“Is that your hand on my leg?”
“Well, I was going for your hip, but I didn’t want to disturb V. You want me to move?”
The girl turns over, wedging herself closer to her father.
“Absolutely not.”
