Subject: 19. Language, Jekyll & Hyde/OC, Dr. Henry Jekyll/Dawna Heath, On The Language Of Babies
Title: On The Language Of Babies
Author: whendaybreaks
Fandom: Jekyll & Hyde/OC
Pairing: Dr. Henry Jekyll/Dawna Heath
Theme: 19. Language
Challenge (if using any): Caress
Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Henry Jekyll. He was originally created by the brilliant mind of Robert Louis Stevenson and given further life by Frank Wildhorn, and Leslie Bricusse. Dawna Heath (later Jekyll) is my own creation and she lives and plays in my brain.
Summary: Dawna took most of the day teaching Maddy something special. Pure Fluffy Goodness.
Rating: G. It stars a 6 months old baby, for goodness sakes. :D
“Henry-love,” Dawna called down the hall. She was in the nursery, holding Maddy. The 6 month old was currently babbling what she'd been trying to teach her all day. And Henry was missing it.
“Henry, darling?” She poked her head into the hall. “Baby, you're missing it. Come here.” She smiled at him as he walked out of the bedroom and toward her.
He stepped into the room and she handed him the baby. He looked at her, his eyebrow raised a little.
“Just wait,” she said, grinning. “Maddy, who's got you?” she asked.
Maddy looked adoringly up at her father. “Dada dada dada” she babbled, patting his face.
“She's done that before love,” he said, smiling.
“Watch,” she said, taking her back. “Now who's got you?” she said softly.
“Mama mama mama!” Maddy squealed, kicking her feet.
Henry blinked a little and took her back, grinning widely. “Who has you, Madeline?” he asked, a small laugh dancing out of his mouth.
“Dada dada dada dada dada,” she shrieked happily, her baby giggle a delight.
He simply held her close for a long moment, tears forming in his eyes. This wasn't merely baby babbles, this was recognition. This was the first time his daughter had actually called him Dada. He looked up at Dawna unashamed of the tears. “How?” he asked, kissing Maddy's head.
“We spent all day looking at pictures of you and practicing,” she said, blinking back a few tears of her own. She walked up and stood up on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek, then leaned to kiss Maddy gently.
He waited until she stood up again and caressed her cheek gently. “Thank you, darling,” he whispered, “thank you for everything.”
Author: whendaybreaks
Fandom: Jekyll & Hyde/OC
Pairing: Dr. Henry Jekyll/Dawna Heath
Theme: 19. Language
Challenge (if using any): Caress
Disclaimer: I don't own Dr. Henry Jekyll. He was originally created by the brilliant mind of Robert Louis Stevenson and given further life by Frank Wildhorn, and Leslie Bricusse. Dawna Heath (later Jekyll) is my own creation and she lives and plays in my brain.
Summary: Dawna took most of the day teaching Maddy something special. Pure Fluffy Goodness.
Rating: G. It stars a 6 months old baby, for goodness sakes. :D
“Henry-love,” Dawna called down the hall. She was in the nursery, holding Maddy. The 6 month old was currently babbling what she'd been trying to teach her all day. And Henry was missing it.
“Henry, darling?” She poked her head into the hall. “Baby, you're missing it. Come here.” She smiled at him as he walked out of the bedroom and toward her.
He stepped into the room and she handed him the baby. He looked at her, his eyebrow raised a little.
“Just wait,” she said, grinning. “Maddy, who's got you?” she asked.
Maddy looked adoringly up at her father. “Dada dada dada” she babbled, patting his face.
“She's done that before love,” he said, smiling.
“Watch,” she said, taking her back. “Now who's got you?” she said softly.
“Mama mama mama!” Maddy squealed, kicking her feet.
Henry blinked a little and took her back, grinning widely. “Who has you, Madeline?” he asked, a small laugh dancing out of his mouth.
“Dada dada dada dada dada,” she shrieked happily, her baby giggle a delight.
He simply held her close for a long moment, tears forming in his eyes. This wasn't merely baby babbles, this was recognition. This was the first time his daughter had actually called him Dada. He looked up at Dawna unashamed of the tears. “How?” he asked, kissing Maddy's head.
“We spent all day looking at pictures of you and practicing,” she said, blinking back a few tears of her own. She walked up and stood up on her tiptoes, kissing his cheek, then leaned to kiss Maddy gently.
He waited until she stood up again and caressed her cheek gently. “Thank you, darling,” he whispered, “thank you for everything.”