Here Comes Santa Claus: ShinichiRan // Detective Conan
Title: Here Comes Santa Claus
Rating: PG
Fandom: Detective Conan
Pairing: Shinichi x Ran
Summary: Shinichi and Ran celebrate Christmas with their son.
Notes: The second in 12 Christmas fics for Dectective Conan~ Again, probably OOC a little. You can find the entire collection @ ffn here.
Here comes Santa Claus!
Right down Santa Claus Lane!
“It’s off to bed with you now.” Shinichi placed his hands on the young boy’s shoulders and tried to steer him down the hallway. “It’s getting late.”
“But,” the boy protested, clinging to the couch. “I wanna spend more time with mommy!”
“She’ll be there when you wake up in the morning.” He gave his best stern father look, but he wasn’t sure how well he could pull it off.
“You know what they say: Santa Claus won’t come if you’re not in bed by midnight.” Ran gave a fond look at her son and shooed him off. “Go to bed now. I’ll wake you up bright and early tomorrow.”
Mamoru gave his mother a bright smile and escaped his father’s grasp to give her a hug. “Good night, mommy!”
Shinichi frowned at this exchange. “Don’t I get a hug too?”
“Nope!” The boy of four years scampered up the stairs with a mischievous grin. They could hear him running around, with faint cries of “Santa is coming!” finding their way to the pair’s ears.
“I don’t know why he likes you better,” Shinichi started, plopping down on the couch. “I’m obviously the cooler one.”
“So you think.”
“I am!”
“You’re nothing but a mystery geek. You’ve been one all your life.” Ran rolled her eyes at the offended look her spouse gave her.
“It’s not my fault I’m a genius at solving mysteries.” He defended himself as he had many times ago in the past.
“You’re right; it’s your father’s. And I won’t have you corrupting our son like that as well.”
“It’s hereditary!”
Ran gave Shinichi a playful slap to the shoulder. “Then be glad you’ve got my genes to lessen the damage.” Shinichi made a snorting sound and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t be mad,” she said, smiling. “I forgave you for that Conan stunt you pulled, so I’ll forgive you if you corrupted my child.” A pause. “With time.”
“I feel so loved.” Shinichi mock-glared at her before pulling Ran into his arms. He nodded towards the clock that had just softly chimed the hour: midnight. “Merry Christmas, Ran.”
She gave him a peck on the nose before pushing him away. “I’m going to make some warm milk. Do you want some?”
He grinned ruefully and shook his head. “I’d prefer some wine, but I know you won’t get me any.” She shook her head and headed off to the kitchen. He heard her tinkling laugh from inside the kitchen and a warm feeling spread through him.
How had he been so fortunate? Not only was he successful at what he did, had great friends, and wonderful (somewhat) parents, he had a beautiful and caring wife, and the cutest son a man could have. He was truly blessed.
“Here you are.” A voice broke him out of his reverie. A glass of ruby-red wine was placed in front of him. “This is your Christmas present.”
“Ran! Don’t be so stingy.” Shinichi took a sip of his wine and smiled. It had been far too long without his wine. Not that he was an alcoholic or anything; Ran would never let him in her house like that.
She gingerly sat down beside him and leaned against his lean frame. “Warm milk makes me sleepy.”
“Really, now? I would have never guessed.” His sarcastic comment was laced with good humour and fondness. “I’ll wake up you later,” he promised, seeing her eyes droop and wrapped her in a warm blanket.
Shinichi had every intention of waking Ran up, except he didn’t. He fell asleep alongside her.
In the morning, both Shinichi and Ran were rudely awakened by Mamoru. He shook them both and even pinched his father’s cheek to get them awake. “Get up! It’s Christmas! Christmas!”
Ran woke up first, stirring against her husband and finding her back oddly cramped. Shinichi was next, sitting up and blinking his eyes blearily. “Whaa…?”
“Shinichi! You didn’t wake me up!” Ran accused her husband, planting her hands on her hips as she stood up. “You fell asleep too!”
“I’m sorry,” he whined, taking the blanket Ran discarded and covering his face with it. “Five more minutes please.”
“Dad, dad!” Their son jumped on the still form of Shinichi and promptly began to shake his father. “Look at all the presents Santa brought me! Look, look!”
Shinichi made a grumbling sound underneath the covers and then playfully pushed Mamoru off him. “Let’s go see what Santa brought you, kiddo. Maybe one of his elves left me something too?”
“Probably not, dad. You weren’t nice this year!” Ran laughed at that and ruffled her son’s hair. Shinichi huffed and started to race his son to see who could unwrap presents the fastest. He lost, but not from lack of trying.
“This is for you, mommy,” Mamoru presented Ran with a messily wrapped present. “Dad helped me wrap it.” Ran opened it, ooh-ing and ahh-ing like a good mother would. Inside was a homemade frame, enclosing a picture of the three of them, playing picturesquely in a field of snow.
“It’s wonderful,” she said, picking up Mamoru and squeezing him tightly. “I love it.” The boy radiated happiness as he waded back toward his large bundle of presents, almost smothered by the great amount of wrapping paper.
“Eh?” Shinichi cried out, “Where are my presents?”
“I’m saving yours for later,” Ran said with a smile. “I hope you’ll like it.”
He smiled back, uncertainly. “I’m sure I will, but what about yours, Mamoru? Where’s my present from you?”
“I went shopping with Uncle Heiji and he’s got it!” Mamoru chirped.
Shinichi puffed out his cheeks, looking like a monkey. “No presents on Christmas morning,” he muttered, sitting dejectedly on the floor.
“Not quite,” Ran said, pointing upwards. “Look.”
Reluctantly, Shinichi looked towards the ceiling. “Mistletoe? What’s that got to do with any - mmph!” They broke apart after a while. Mamoru had tactfully averted his eyes.
“So?” Shinichi breathed, “Was that my present?”
“Not all of it.” Ran took a deep breath and decided to tell him right then and there. “I’m pregnant.”
It took a while to sink in, but after it did… well, let’s just say the two of them didn’t really breathe for a while.
“Merry Christmas, Shinichi.”
Rating: PG
Fandom: Detective Conan
Pairing: Shinichi x Ran
Summary: Shinichi and Ran celebrate Christmas with their son.
Notes: The second in 12 Christmas fics for Dectective Conan~ Again, probably OOC a little. You can find the entire collection @ ffn here.
Here comes Santa Claus!
Right down Santa Claus Lane!
“It’s off to bed with you now.” Shinichi placed his hands on the young boy’s shoulders and tried to steer him down the hallway. “It’s getting late.”
“But,” the boy protested, clinging to the couch. “I wanna spend more time with mommy!”
“She’ll be there when you wake up in the morning.” He gave his best stern father look, but he wasn’t sure how well he could pull it off.
“You know what they say: Santa Claus won’t come if you’re not in bed by midnight.” Ran gave a fond look at her son and shooed him off. “Go to bed now. I’ll wake you up bright and early tomorrow.”
Mamoru gave his mother a bright smile and escaped his father’s grasp to give her a hug. “Good night, mommy!”
Shinichi frowned at this exchange. “Don’t I get a hug too?”
“Nope!” The boy of four years scampered up the stairs with a mischievous grin. They could hear him running around, with faint cries of “Santa is coming!” finding their way to the pair’s ears.
“I don’t know why he likes you better,” Shinichi started, plopping down on the couch. “I’m obviously the cooler one.”
“So you think.”
“I am!”
“You’re nothing but a mystery geek. You’ve been one all your life.” Ran rolled her eyes at the offended look her spouse gave her.
“It’s not my fault I’m a genius at solving mysteries.” He defended himself as he had many times ago in the past.
“You’re right; it’s your father’s. And I won’t have you corrupting our son like that as well.”
“It’s hereditary!”
Ran gave Shinichi a playful slap to the shoulder. “Then be glad you’ve got my genes to lessen the damage.” Shinichi made a snorting sound and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t be mad,” she said, smiling. “I forgave you for that Conan stunt you pulled, so I’ll forgive you if you corrupted my child.” A pause. “With time.”
“I feel so loved.” Shinichi mock-glared at her before pulling Ran into his arms. He nodded towards the clock that had just softly chimed the hour: midnight. “Merry Christmas, Ran.”
She gave him a peck on the nose before pushing him away. “I’m going to make some warm milk. Do you want some?”
He grinned ruefully and shook his head. “I’d prefer some wine, but I know you won’t get me any.” She shook her head and headed off to the kitchen. He heard her tinkling laugh from inside the kitchen and a warm feeling spread through him.
How had he been so fortunate? Not only was he successful at what he did, had great friends, and wonderful (somewhat) parents, he had a beautiful and caring wife, and the cutest son a man could have. He was truly blessed.
“Here you are.” A voice broke him out of his reverie. A glass of ruby-red wine was placed in front of him. “This is your Christmas present.”
“Ran! Don’t be so stingy.” Shinichi took a sip of his wine and smiled. It had been far too long without his wine. Not that he was an alcoholic or anything; Ran would never let him in her house like that.
She gingerly sat down beside him and leaned against his lean frame. “Warm milk makes me sleepy.”
“Really, now? I would have never guessed.” His sarcastic comment was laced with good humour and fondness. “I’ll wake up you later,” he promised, seeing her eyes droop and wrapped her in a warm blanket.
Shinichi had every intention of waking Ran up, except he didn’t. He fell asleep alongside her.
In the morning, both Shinichi and Ran were rudely awakened by Mamoru. He shook them both and even pinched his father’s cheek to get them awake. “Get up! It’s Christmas! Christmas!”
Ran woke up first, stirring against her husband and finding her back oddly cramped. Shinichi was next, sitting up and blinking his eyes blearily. “Whaa…?”
“Shinichi! You didn’t wake me up!” Ran accused her husband, planting her hands on her hips as she stood up. “You fell asleep too!”
“I’m sorry,” he whined, taking the blanket Ran discarded and covering his face with it. “Five more minutes please.”
“Dad, dad!” Their son jumped on the still form of Shinichi and promptly began to shake his father. “Look at all the presents Santa brought me! Look, look!”
Shinichi made a grumbling sound underneath the covers and then playfully pushed Mamoru off him. “Let’s go see what Santa brought you, kiddo. Maybe one of his elves left me something too?”
“Probably not, dad. You weren’t nice this year!” Ran laughed at that and ruffled her son’s hair. Shinichi huffed and started to race his son to see who could unwrap presents the fastest. He lost, but not from lack of trying.
“This is for you, mommy,” Mamoru presented Ran with a messily wrapped present. “Dad helped me wrap it.” Ran opened it, ooh-ing and ahh-ing like a good mother would. Inside was a homemade frame, enclosing a picture of the three of them, playing picturesquely in a field of snow.
“It’s wonderful,” she said, picking up Mamoru and squeezing him tightly. “I love it.” The boy radiated happiness as he waded back toward his large bundle of presents, almost smothered by the great amount of wrapping paper.
“Eh?” Shinichi cried out, “Where are my presents?”
“I’m saving yours for later,” Ran said with a smile. “I hope you’ll like it.”
He smiled back, uncertainly. “I’m sure I will, but what about yours, Mamoru? Where’s my present from you?”
“I went shopping with Uncle Heiji and he’s got it!” Mamoru chirped.
Shinichi puffed out his cheeks, looking like a monkey. “No presents on Christmas morning,” he muttered, sitting dejectedly on the floor.
“Not quite,” Ran said, pointing upwards. “Look.”
Reluctantly, Shinichi looked towards the ceiling. “Mistletoe? What’s that got to do with any - mmph!” They broke apart after a while. Mamoru had tactfully averted his eyes.
“So?” Shinichi breathed, “Was that my present?”
“Not all of it.” Ran took a deep breath and decided to tell him right then and there. “I’m pregnant.”
It took a while to sink in, but after it did… well, let’s just say the two of them didn’t really breathe for a while.
“Merry Christmas, Shinichi.”