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Here be my drabble:
Here be my drabble:
Spoiler:
John couldn't help but stare. Ten little fingers and ten little toes, a very tiny nose that might look like Elizabeth's some day. A tuft of hair promising to be like his own, a little person just waiting to happen.
“Colonel?”
“Yes?” he looked up and saw Jen Keller grinning widely at him.
“Breathe,” she said, giving him a gentle smile. He did take a deep breath.
“I will try,” he replied , but then his attention was back at the baby boy in his arms. He and Elizabeth still had to pick a name for their son.
“You can go and sit over there,” Jen indicated toward a vacant chair where Carson usually looked over the charts and drank his coffee. Elizabeth was sleeping and the baby was awake, and it was never too early for quality time with his son.
John sat down, still unable to tear his eyes away from his son. The baby yawned and then caught John's finger. The little boy's head fit into John's hand, but his tiny fingers were surprisingly strong. John was there when he was born, twelve hours ago, but he still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was somebody's father now.
Except, the baby boy wasn't letting him go and something indescribable was swelling deep in John's chest. Responsibility. Pride. Love, like no other. Everything else in the universe was diminished comparing to his son's little gesture. It might have been unconscious and completely reflexive, but to John it only meant one thing only: “I'm counting on you, dad.”
“Colonel?”
“Yes?” he looked up and saw Jen Keller grinning widely at him.
“Breathe,” she said, giving him a gentle smile. He did take a deep breath.
“I will try,” he replied , but then his attention was back at the baby boy in his arms. He and Elizabeth still had to pick a name for their son.
“You can go and sit over there,” Jen indicated toward a vacant chair where Carson usually looked over the charts and drank his coffee. Elizabeth was sleeping and the baby was awake, and it was never too early for quality time with his son.
John sat down, still unable to tear his eyes away from his son. The baby yawned and then caught John's finger. The little boy's head fit into John's hand, but his tiny fingers were surprisingly strong. John was there when he was born, twelve hours ago, but he still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that he was somebody's father now.
Except, the baby boy wasn't letting him go and something indescribable was swelling deep in John's chest. Responsibility. Pride. Love, like no other. Everything else in the universe was diminished comparing to his son's little gesture. It might have been unconscious and completely reflexive, but to John it only meant one thing only: “I'm counting on you, dad.”
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