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I need to stop swearing to myself that I will never do certain fannish things. Really. Because I *swore* -- even when I was writing NC17 and roleplaying - that I would never ever do babyfic. Nope. Especially not before I'd had a child of my own.
And yet… two in barely as many days. Isobel-verse.
Sigh.
Title: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Author: Christine
Rating: PG for a tiny curse word
Disclaimer: Characters belong to AS, JW, etc. Only Isobel is mine. And she is not in any way, shape or form inspired by S60. NOT AT ALL.
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"… and dried up all the rain. And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again," Josh whispered, his hands acting out the words as he sang.
"What - was that the Itsy Bitsy Spider?" Sam asked in astonishment from the doorway.
Josh looked up from where he was gazing intently at the almost-sleeping Isobel, startled to realize that someone was watching him. "Shhh!"
"Sorry," Sam whispered. "But was that -"
"Yes!" Josh hissed, carefully getting up and stepping away from the carrier Isobel lay in.
"You were singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider to Isobel," Sam repeated, incredulous. "I didn't even know you knew that song."
Josh groaned, cringing in embarrassment. "It's not like I went out of my way to learn it or anything. But my mother and Donna keep singing it to her, and now it's the only thing that will put her to sleep."
"No, no, it's cute," Sam assured him. "I just never pictured you as that much of a hands-on kind of Dad."
The look Josh shot his way would have scared any number of Congressman up on the Hill, and Sam took a step backwards.
"Not that I think you aren't a hands-on kind of Dad! I mean, with Donna, you'd sort of have to be. She'd make sure you did your share and that you and Izzie bonded. But hands-on and singing are two totally different things and… I'm making this worse, aren't I?" Sam stuttered.
"Little bit," Josh muttered, looking over at this sleeping daughter. His expression softened as he watched her, and when he turned back to Sam, he was smiling. "I don't know, Sam. I never really thought about how having a kid would make me feel, but then she came and now there's nothing I wouldn't do for her." He snuck a glance at her again. "Including singing her favorite song."
"Even when other people can hear you?"
"Especially then."
Sam grinned and patted his shoulder. "That's what being a dad is all about."
"Yeah," Josh sighed. He seemed lost in thought for a moment but then snapped his attention back to Sam. "Did you just happen to be passing by my office or did you need something?"
"Oh! The thing with Lassiter. How hard do you want me to push him?"
Josh ran a hand through his hair, thinking. "Hard enough to get him to change his mind, but not hard enough that he sells us out to the other guys. Ok?"
"Yeah." He glanced over at Isobel. "So you've got her the whole day?" he asked.
Josh nodded. "Yeah. Donna had that meeting with the First Lady and that mother's group and she didn't want to take Isobel. Something about not using our daughter for political gain."
"She's a smart woman," Sam told him.
"Tell me that again the next time we have the healthcare reform bill coming up and suddenly their pictures show up in every newspaper in town," he grumbled.
"She's a beautiful woman and you're both powerful people in Washington. You have a beautiful, healthy daughter whose arrival into the world was aided by the best care and doctors available. It's to be expected that people would use that as the story," Sam said.
"I just wish they'd give as much attention to little Tommy Jones who can't get his tonsils out because his parents are in minimum wage jobs and can't afford healthcare," Josh complained.
Sam made a sympathetic face. "We'll work on it a little at a time," he assured him.
"Yeah."
"So I'm going to go meet with Lassiter," Sam said, just as a small sniffle was heard from the other side of the room. "And if I'm not mistaken, that signals the end to someone's nap time."
"Shit. She barely slept for fifteen minutes. What am I going tell Donna when she gets back and wants to know why she didn't nap?"
Sam laughed. "I don't know, but what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall when that happens…"
"Go, Sam! Go now," Josh instructed as he lifted the crying baby from her carrier and held her against his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothing circles across her back
Sam grinned at the picture they made. "Going," he said. But Josh wasn't paying any attention. His focus was centered entirely on Isobel. And Sam couldn't remember a time when he'd ever seen his friend look quite so content.
~END~
I'd also like to stop mind-melding with Isobel's other parents (one of whom sent me this link at the same time I was sending her this ficlet.) Because I think all of Izzie's parents need their brains and I should stop stealing them. *g*
And yet… two in barely as many days. Isobel-verse.
Sigh.
Title: Itsy Bitsy Spider
Author: Christine
Rating: PG for a tiny curse word
Disclaimer: Characters belong to AS, JW, etc. Only Isobel is mine. And she is not in any way, shape or form inspired by S60. NOT AT ALL.
~~~~~
"… and dried up all the rain. And the itsy-bitsy spider went up the spout again," Josh whispered, his hands acting out the words as he sang.
"What - was that the Itsy Bitsy Spider?" Sam asked in astonishment from the doorway.
Josh looked up from where he was gazing intently at the almost-sleeping Isobel, startled to realize that someone was watching him. "Shhh!"
"Sorry," Sam whispered. "But was that -"
"Yes!" Josh hissed, carefully getting up and stepping away from the carrier Isobel lay in.
"You were singing The Itsy Bitsy Spider to Isobel," Sam repeated, incredulous. "I didn't even know you knew that song."
Josh groaned, cringing in embarrassment. "It's not like I went out of my way to learn it or anything. But my mother and Donna keep singing it to her, and now it's the only thing that will put her to sleep."
"No, no, it's cute," Sam assured him. "I just never pictured you as that much of a hands-on kind of Dad."
The look Josh shot his way would have scared any number of Congressman up on the Hill, and Sam took a step backwards.
"Not that I think you aren't a hands-on kind of Dad! I mean, with Donna, you'd sort of have to be. She'd make sure you did your share and that you and Izzie bonded. But hands-on and singing are two totally different things and… I'm making this worse, aren't I?" Sam stuttered.
"Little bit," Josh muttered, looking over at this sleeping daughter. His expression softened as he watched her, and when he turned back to Sam, he was smiling. "I don't know, Sam. I never really thought about how having a kid would make me feel, but then she came and now there's nothing I wouldn't do for her." He snuck a glance at her again. "Including singing her favorite song."
"Even when other people can hear you?"
"Especially then."
Sam grinned and patted his shoulder. "That's what being a dad is all about."
"Yeah," Josh sighed. He seemed lost in thought for a moment but then snapped his attention back to Sam. "Did you just happen to be passing by my office or did you need something?"
"Oh! The thing with Lassiter. How hard do you want me to push him?"
Josh ran a hand through his hair, thinking. "Hard enough to get him to change his mind, but not hard enough that he sells us out to the other guys. Ok?"
"Yeah." He glanced over at Isobel. "So you've got her the whole day?" he asked.
Josh nodded. "Yeah. Donna had that meeting with the First Lady and that mother's group and she didn't want to take Isobel. Something about not using our daughter for political gain."
"She's a smart woman," Sam told him.
"Tell me that again the next time we have the healthcare reform bill coming up and suddenly their pictures show up in every newspaper in town," he grumbled.
"She's a beautiful woman and you're both powerful people in Washington. You have a beautiful, healthy daughter whose arrival into the world was aided by the best care and doctors available. It's to be expected that people would use that as the story," Sam said.
"I just wish they'd give as much attention to little Tommy Jones who can't get his tonsils out because his parents are in minimum wage jobs and can't afford healthcare," Josh complained.
Sam made a sympathetic face. "We'll work on it a little at a time," he assured him.
"Yeah."
"So I'm going to go meet with Lassiter," Sam said, just as a small sniffle was heard from the other side of the room. "And if I'm not mistaken, that signals the end to someone's nap time."
"Shit. She barely slept for fifteen minutes. What am I going tell Donna when she gets back and wants to know why she didn't nap?"
Sam laughed. "I don't know, but what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall when that happens…"
"Go, Sam! Go now," Josh instructed as he lifted the crying baby from her carrier and held her against his shoulder, his hand rubbing soothing circles across her back
Sam grinned at the picture they made. "Going," he said. But Josh wasn't paying any attention. His focus was centered entirely on Isobel. And Sam couldn't remember a time when he'd ever seen his friend look quite so content.
~END~
I'd also like to stop mind-melding with Isobel's other parents (one of whom sent me this link at the same time I was sending her this ficlet.) Because I think all of Izzie's parents need their brains and I should stop stealing them. *g*