ETA: OK, I've now watched the first two season of Hawaii 5-0 twice and gotten thoroughly hooked, so I'm adding H50 to the list of fandoms I'll write.
Because I don't already have enough on my plate writing-wise?
Anyway, same deal as
last month. One prompt's already filled - a continuation of one of last month's prompt responses was requested by
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Tim stretched to get the last corner of the wall covered in the green paint they had decided on for the nursery. He filled in the spot, then dropped his arm, shoulder aching. Even five years later, the spot he'd been shot still bothered him when the muscles got tired, and it had been a long week. But even with the low VOC paint, Brad wasn't crazy about Tony being around the possible fumes, so Tim insisted on doing it himself. He dropped the brush he'd been using to get the corners into the paint tray and wiped his hands on his old sweats before heading back downstairs, careful to close the door behind him.
In the living room, he could see Brie sitting on Tony's lap, her light-brown waves of hair spilling over his shoulder.
"Papa, why can't I play with Daddy?" Her puzzled voice was so much like Sarah's had been when she was Brie's age that Tim couldn't help but remember the first time he'd realized how homesick he was at MIT when he missed hearing those annoying questions from his baby sister.
"Daddy's getting the baby's room ready, and Dr. Brad said we have to let him do that alone." Tony's head bent over Brie's smaller one. "The baby's going to need a room when it's born."
At Brie's next question, Tim didn't know whether to be glad he hadn't joined them or sorry for Tony for fielding this one alone.
"But Papa, before Billy's little brother was born, his mommy got all fat and Billy said the baby was there. How come you aren't like that?"
The muffled noise from Tony gave Tim a pretty good clue that Brie had just poked her Papa's belly. He made a mental note to sit down with Sarah and talk to her soon - she was already starting to show, though Brie probably hadn't noticed - and their smart, curious little daughter was going to have lots of questions. For now, he'd better rescue Tony.
"Room's done." He walked into the living room. "So, who's ready to go to the playground?"
Brie hopped off the couch and ran over to tackle his knees. "Me, me!"
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Why *isn't* Tony all fat with a baby in there? I love this!
I know you're busy with other things right now and all I can say is 'Thank you, thank you, thank you'.
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