#Father's Day Fluff

[angst-fairygodmother]

New Dad ~ An Idiot (Affectionate) Ficlet

A/N: Two stories in one day? Well yes, because it’s Father’s Day and I needed to counteract the angst with some fluff. Word Count: 548 Rating: G - all fluff all day long; babies; fatherhood; discussion of the events of Bad Samaritan

Derek had never imagined himself as a dad. He never thought anyone would give him the chance. After all, Sandoval men had a reputation for being useless pieces of shit, so any sane, smart woman would cut her losses and handle it on her own. And yet, here he was: married to the most amazing woman he had ever met (and way way out of his league), and staring down at the two little lives they had created. 

He liked watching over them some nights, just to remind himself that they were safe and they were real, rather than happy hallucinations, projections created by his broken mind to make a shit life seem less shit. Not that there should have been any question. They were perfect - perfection most definitely inherited from their mother because there was no way it could have come from him - two nearly identical little bundles, except for Alma's tiny left foot, thrust out into the air no matter how many times he or her mother re-swaddled her. 

He chuckled softly, brushing his fingers over it as he tried to cover it one last time, without waking her. He was worried that she would get cold in the night, that it would wake her or hurt her or make her sick. He was always worried like that. But he wouldn't trade the feeling for the world, not with all that came with it. He had no sooner backed away when she twitched and kicked the hem, returning right back to where she started. 

“Alright then, Princessa,” he murmured, shaking his head with utmost fondness. “You and your mama and your icy toes.”

Sorsha made a small noise and he jumped to her crib on the other side of the room, hoping to check on her and soothe her before she fully woke and disturbed her twin.

“Shh, Frijolita,” he hummed, stroking the side of her face (a gesture he'd learned in the first few weeks that had yet to fail them), “don’t wake your sister.”

Like a switch flipping, she stilled, whatever was troubling her little mind brushed away. He hovered anyway, practically holding his breath as he waited for the next sound. 

“Derek?” Ryne whispered softly from the doorway, a tired crack to her voice. “What are you doing, honey?”

He smiled sheepishly, stepping back. She moved forward to meet him, slipping her arms under his to circle his waist. She pressed a kiss to the space between his shoulder blades and rested her cheek against him. 

“Just...checking on them. I…”

“Worry that if you close your eyes for too long they'll disappear?” 

His hands covered hers and he looked over his shoulder at his wife in the darkened nursery. “Yeah.”

“I understand. Take all the time you need. Just don't stand there all night okay? Come to bed and get some sleep. Playing a benevolent gargoyle isn't going to get you out of helping with breakfast duty, Dad.”

He felt Ryne muffle her teasing laugh on his skin, and tightened his hold, silently asking her to stay. When she didn't move, he took her wrist and tugged under so that she was tucked against his side now. 

“Just a minute longer,” he murmured and she nodded.

“Yeah, one more minute sounds good.”

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KotOR - Father's Day

"There's a day for fathers?"

Dustil looks at Revan and for a second she thinks she's looking at a much younger flyboy giving her the how-does-your-brain-work-again? look. "Yes. Father's Day. I planned a little celebration for Dad, I thought you might like come."

"Why? He's not my dad."

"That's not-" His words disappear into a sigh and she tries not to laugh when he drags a hand over his face in the familiar how-to-do-this-without-strangling-you look. "It's to thank him for everything he's done as a father."

"So it's like a birthday."

"Yes!" Dustil agrees and he grins bright and wide as if they've made some progress.

"And I need to be involved because?"

He glares at her and she can almost hear Carth saying Damn it, woman, if you keep hounding me and then she does laugh.

-

"Your kid's exactly like you," she tells the flyboy later, when he's piecing together the model ship - his favorite ship, Dustil had rebutted her skeptical looks. "It's hilarious."

There's something off when he smiles at her, an almost-but-not-quite happiness. "Not sure that's got anything to do with me."

She frowns at him, because according to Dustil this day's supposed to be happy and he is not. "Well, where else is he gonna get it from? Seriously, have you seen his gizka eyes? Bad enough that I can't say no when you do it."

Carth chuckles a little, smiles a little wider, and she knows she's making progress. "I was wondering how he got you to come."

"Easy. He did this." Revan contorted her face into the most pitiful of pouts and blinked owlishly up at him. "Pleeeaase?"

He laughs with her, genuine happiness this time. "I do not make that face."

"You do too! You do it all the time!"

"I do not!"

"Every time you decide to be romantic." She pitches her voice low, beseeching. "Please oh please, Rev, run away with me!"

She's pretty sure when he kisses her it's to shut her up, but he's still laughing.