Let Me Have Your Babies – Barisi drabble (403 words)
Rafael has just joined
Sonny at Amanda’s apartment, where Sonny is looking after Amanda’s baby for a
couple of hours while she does her weekly grocery shop.
Not 2 minutes after he sits down on the couch, he hears a cry from the baby’s room, causing Sonny to detangle his long limbs from their rightful place around Rafael.
Smiling ruefully, Rafael pulls out his phone to check on his emails.
When he looks up a minute later, he sees Sonny with Jesse in his arms, freshly awoken from her nap, and his brain short-circuits.
Sonny notices Rafael staring.
“… What?” he questions, bouncing Jesse lightly from his knees, side to side.
It makes Rafael, almost involuntarily, half-whisper, half-shout “Let me have your babies.”
And Sonny’s brow furrows before turning to face Rafael straight-on. “Uh… I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you don’t exactly have the equipment for that?”
Rafael glares at him, making no attempt to deny his outburst.
“You know what I mean,” Rafael persists, stashing his phone away without taking his eyes off of Sonny.
Sonny beams. “Yeah. I think I do.”
He steps right into Rafael’s space, his eyes curious yet excited. “You want a baby.”
Rafael’s corresponding smile is pure and uninhibited, all the confirmation that Sonny needs.
So he leans close, basking in the joy of this revelation. Rafael’s eyes flutter shut, ready for Sonny to close the distance with his lips, but instead he’s greeted with a warm lump being pressed into his lap, courtesy of his fiancé.
“Here,” Sonny urges, grinning wickedly.
With a sigh, Rafael takes Jesse in his arms, supporting her head in the crook of his arm. “Alright, I didn’t just mean any baby. No offense, Jesse,” he says, patting her tiny arm awkwardly.
She smiles at him, and his heart melts.
“And… kidnapping is a felony,” he adds needlessly.
“Shush, Rafi,” Sonny admonishes, barely swallowing his smile at the image of Rafael and baby. It looks right. “Besides, if we’re gonna have a family, you’d better learn.”
Rafael’s lips quirk helplessly at that. A family. With Sonny.
Sonny plops himself onto the couch beside Rafael, propping his chin against his shoulder.
“You’re gonna be such a great dad, Rafi.”
“Not as great as you,” Rafael says softly.
“Nah,” Sonny murmurs. “Just ask Jesse.”
And in that moment, Sonny can’t tell which of the three of them are smiling more.