This one takes place where the baby is a toddler, but I’ve had such wonderful feedback on these ficlets I hope no one minds. And also, I couldn’t sleep, and this happened…..
Aaron’s woken earlier than he’d like by blue eyes and an innocent face, and he smiles. He can’t help it, smiling is his instinctive reaction to that face. Jamie’s looking confused at the emptier than usual bed. “Daddy?”
“He’s at a business conference,” Aaron says. “Work,” he adds, because that’s a word Jamie understands.
“Staying at Gabby’s,” Aaron says, though this time more darkly. He suspects he’s not heard the end of that one, God knows what those two girls are cooking up between themselves. “So you’re stuck with me. That okay?”
“Sdad,” Jamie says in agreement, rubbing his eyes. Aaron almost beams at his name being said, when Jamie was little he couldn’t seem to manage step dad, so sdad it became. And Aaron hopes it never changes, though he rationally knows it will. “I’m hungry. Breakfast?”
“Oh, in a minute,” Aaron tries, bargaining for a few more moments rest. “Wanna get under the covers with me?” Aaron asks easily, Jamie jumping up into bed and being wrapped in both the duvet and Aaron’s arms, snuggling close to him. It’s a habit they usually do with the three of them, starting their day off right.
Jamie rubs his cold nose against Aaron’s, then giggles. Even now, not a baby any longer, even now he still looks innocent, perfect, Aaron thinks as he strokes a hand up and down his back. Jamie wraps his arms around Aaron’s body, making his heart thump rather harder than usual in his chest.
He looks so much like his father, blonde messy hair that never behaves, blue eyes, freckles that cover his tiny body. Even the tips of his eyelashes are blonde like his dads, and even if he’d tried to be strong, it just makes Aaron completely melt. The only thing about Robert he doesn’t have is the scheming, the maliciousness. Aaron’s sure it’ll be there, God help them when he becomes a teenager. As Aaron thinks this, he’s struck by how sure he feels that he will still be around when Jamie is a teenager. That he’ll still be here with Robert struggling through life together, the way they always have. It’s been a long time coming, that certainty, but he feels it deep in his bones.
“Maybe I should ask your dad to marry me,” Aaron muses aloud. “Officially. What do you think of that? You’d make a good page boy, I reckon.” Jamie just frowns, a way that’s remarkably reminiscent of Robert, and Aaron has to stop the habit of smoothing out those frown lines, the way he does to Robert. “What do you think daddy would say?”
“Porridge?” Jamie presses, wanting food, and Aaron gives in.
“Okay, we’ll do your porridge, then we’ll call daddy let him know we’re okay, then we’ll do some colouring. Sound good?”
“Colouring!” Jamie squeals with enthusiasm.
“Er, but not on your daddy’s car seats like last time,” Aaron says firmly. Jamie looks downcast, but it turns into a cheeky grin way too quickly and Aaron bites down hard on his bottom lip so he doesn’t laugh. Jamie clambers down the stairs, Aaron following slowly as he’s hit with a realisation. He’s happy. How did that happen? When he first found out about Jamie’s existence, he thought his world had ended. When had it turned into such a good thing instead? But now? He couldn’t imagine his life without him.