Welcome to the World
Title: Welcome to the World
Author name: allkindsoffics
Main Pairings: Jared/?
Rating: pg
Word count: 746
Warnings/Spoilers: Umm, none.
Disclaimer: Not real. They are their own persons. I don't own anything. yada yada yada.
Summary: Jared greets the new baby.
Author’s notes: Prompt: Day 1 --Select a book at random in the room. Find a novel or short story, copy down the last sentence and use this line as the first line of your new story.
"And the world was all around us, new with possibility." - Outlander Diana Gabaldon
And the world was all around us, new with possibility. I cradled the head of our new daughter. Thomas pulled on my sleeve demanding to see his new sister. I kneeled on the ground and he stared at her. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the cheek. His childlike acceptance overwhelmed me and I felt the tears leak from my eyes.
I heard a snort of laughter and a hand squeezed my shoulder gently.
“Jared,” the voice attached to the hand soothed.
“Sorry,” I responded as I wiped furiously at my cheeks.
“Nothing to be sorry for. Now give me the baby before you drop her.”
I handed the new baby over and cuddled my seven-year-old son to my chest. He squirmed relentlessly, but that was the awesome part of being a behemoth I could deal with the flailing limbs and attempted head-butts.
“Dad,” he squalled as he whipped his body back and forth.
“Yes, baby moose,” I responded tickling him mercilessly.
“Will Addy be a baby moose even though Mom isn’t her mom?”
“Do you want her to be a baby moose like you?”
“Yeah, I mean she’s my sister and all, right?” His assertion made my eyes water and I nearly started crying again.
“Yeah, she is,” Jensen responded when he knew I wasn’t capable.
The last few years hadn’t been easy. The divorces had been hard on all involved, but Genevieve and Danneel , especially, were accepting and gracious. It hadn’t been easy to admit that something was missing; something was wrong. Gen had told me flat out one night that she was pretty positive I was in love with Jensen. I had denied it vehemently, extoled her, and professed my love for her. Her response was to laugh in my face. She told me she knew I loved her but not like I loved Jensen and she wasn’t going to allow me to hide from it. She told me she was sick of being selfish, and she was going to let me go, so I could love the person I was meant to love. It was like the girls had ESP, because Jensen called me a week later and said that he and Danneel were separating.
I couldn’t admit, even to myself, that I loved Jensen, but the more I debated about it with Gen the more I realized that she might be right. So the next time I saw him, I couldn’t stop myself, I kissed him. That kissed turned to more kisses turned to dating turned to living together turned to deciding to have kids together, which lead us to this day: the birth of our daughter.
My eyes still teary, I leaned into Jensen who held Addison close to his chest. She hadn’t started to resemble him much; I hoped she got his bottle green eyes but for now she had bright blue eyes. I couldn’t stop gazing at her. Jensen suddenly turned his head into my neck and I felt dampness brush against my skin. I kissed his hair and wrapped my arms around his to hold them both. His breathing got a little erratic and I caressed his back to try to soothe him.
“Can I hold her?” Thomas asked, bouncing in the chair.
“Of course,” I responded as I gave him a tutorial on how to hold an infant. I emphasized holding her head and supporting her neck. He nodded emphatically, I took the baby from Jensen, placed her into Thomas’s arms, and helped both of them settle. Thomas smiled down at her and cooed. His “I’m a tough guy” attitude flying out the window with his little sister cuddled into him.
Jensen wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in my shoulder blades; he kissed my neck and squeezed tighter. I patted his hands and then reached around to hold onto him.
“I love you,” he whispered into my neck.
“Right back at you, babe.” I responded and he snorted. I pulled Jensen around, so his face was buried into my clavicle. I held him closely.
“But really, I love you, too.”
“You better,” he said, his voice trying to be light but still rough with emotion. Addison squalled loudly and Thomas’s eyes grew large and round.
“Dad,” he squeaked. Jensen and I both laughed; I plucked Addison from his arms. I cooed at and rocked her. She settled quickly against my chest.
“I love you, too, little Miss Padalecki-Ackles.”