Jun 17, 2009 22:19
This is a futuristic ficlet. Oh and it's crack, so Stark muse don't fall over.
John left Stark rest when he heard the baby monitor, knowing she needed her rest. She'd done a lot, both getting more then they bargained for with the pregnancy. He walked into the nursery they had set up, and had to add to a bit. He smiled looking down onto the two cribs, the ones that held his newborn son, and his newborn daughter. He remembered them talking, and deciding they wanted to be surprised with what they had, but this was a bigger surprise then they expected.
He ran his hands over their tiny heads leaning down to kiss each one gently. He just knew he was going to be fiercely protective over these two. He smiled and gathered them both up in his big arms and went and sat down in a chair. He cradled them gently letting them lay there and look up at him wide eyed. He was a doting father, just like Stark predicted. He whispered gently smiling.
"Mommy and Daddy are going to love you both so much. We won't let anything happen to you two."
He rocked them gently watching them begin to drift back off, a gentle smile on his face. He knew they needed a lot of love and care right now, and would every day of their lives as they grew up. He knew he and Stark would always give them just that. Stark, who he didn't know was watching him at that moment, with smile on her face to see him like this with their children.
Muse || John Doggett
Fandom || The X-Files
Words || 257