Rae's eyes sparkled to see how much fun he was having with this. Apparently, he adored the blanket enought to not let go of it. She giggled before crawling off the bed. The fluttery edge of her blue shirt floated smoothly around her as she picked her way over to John. "Silly, I've already done the shopping. Everything just got delivered at once."
Rae came close to him, and her free hand stroked over the blanket on his shoulder and arm. "If you noticed, I got a couple sizes, because you don't know exactly how big they are when they come out. But given that no one in my family is a wide person, and you've a runner's build, I'm betting he or she will be small and have long legs." Rae patted the blanket again, her eyes a little moist. "And wasn't that just wonderful of Sam, do get them all to sign it? That's so damn... sweet. Especially the General's sail."
Rae took the onesie and quilt from John and gave him the baby carrier, helping him put it on his front and tightening the straps. Then, she held the onesie up against it to show how the baby's head would barely peek out at first. "Yes, apparently they are pretty darn small when they show up. I'm just trying to imagine it at all." She smiled up at him. "But I love the mental image of you holding him or her, all close and warm and snuffly-sweet."
John frowned at the baby carrier for a moment, male ego warring with the warm sparkle of interest and amusement in Rae's green eyes. There was no one else around--and he'd do a lot--he'd do anything, in fact--to make her keep that smile. It actually wasn't all that bad, especially against his dark tshirt--the straps weren't any more intrusive than his bulky tac vest, and when Rae put the tiny bit of baby clothing up against it, he grinned widely and covered her hands with his, pulling them down until the onesie hung in front of her slightly-rounded belly.
"yeah...not that we need it, but...it's nice to have their approval, especially Jack's."
His free hand smoothed over the soft material of the onesie, moulding it to the swell of his child beneath Rae's shirt. He pressed close, trapping the clothing between them, and drew her into a gentle hug, being careful with the carrier, as if it already carried their precious infant.
"I keep seeing you all cuddled up with.....we really need to come up with a temporary name, you know...instead of him/her or "them"....a nickname. Any ideas?"
She giggled when he put the onesie against her tummy. The item of clothing looked small against the carrier, but felt large compared to her not-yet-ballooning belly. John pulled her close, and her head automatically went to the side. She grinned when she realized this position allowed her to both hug him, and sort of see into the carrier. A soft hum came from her throat at the thought of having each of her husbands hold her and the baby like this. She looked up when he spoke, nodding in agreement.
"I've been thinking that too.. It's not personal enough, otherwise..." She thought hard, tipping her head back to look at the ceiling... A look came into her eyes as she saw all the model airplanes and glow-in-the-dark stars... Rae looked back at John and tried not to smirk. "How about our little zoomie?"
Carson smiled as he saw Rae in John's arms in the bedroom doorway. John would normally have heard him come in, but apparently something Rae'd just said was making him laugh delightedly. Carson loved that laugh, very few people got to hear the real thing. He smiled even more to see that John was apparently wearing a baby carrier over his dark shirt. He grinned before picking up a tiny newborn's knit hat and looking at it.
"And just what is so wonderful to hear, then?" He put down the hat and went over to them, kissing his spouses soundly as he embraced the both of them in a big group hug. Carson looked down at her shirt. "That looks lovely on ye, Rachel. And I see we have a lot to get situated here soon." He noticed the single box left unopened. "Oh Lord. Looks like Mum sent something..."
John was getting himself back under control by the time Cars rounded the corner, and his kiss was laced with soft laughter, still. It took him a moment to realize he was being seen by a male spouse in a child carrier--but oddly, it seemed to have stopped mattering. Especially now that giving the baby a nickname seemed to have...cemented something.
Carson's eyes alight on the packages in the corner, and he sees a list of three addresses, the three birthplaces of his spouses, and aches inwardly for a moment, for the fact that there will never be a box from home for his child.
"think it's cookies? Because, I swear your Mom knows I fall a little more in love with her every time she sends them.
Rae hugged John a little tighter for a moment, knowing what put that momentary sadness in his eyes before he spoke.
Carson started to open the box, finding the three smaller boxes within. Ahh, the American military did know how to pack for usefulness. He took out the one addressed to him and carefully opened it. Grinning, he handed over the small insulated box to John. Rachel stepped back as he took it, and Carson's eyes dropped to where she held a wrinkled little onesie against herself. By God, he just couldn't quit smiling. He looked back in the box and laughed. "Well, Mum's certainly been busy for us!" He pulled out a pile of something soft crocheted in a rainbow of pastel stripes and handed it to Rachel. She giggled to see the tiny handmade white booties, and wrapped herself immediately in the soft white trangular shawl. Carson pulled out more fabric and unfurled a piece, a letter dropping to the floor.
He smirked, then picked up the letter before throwing the t-shirt at John's chest. Carson opened the letter and started reading aloud. "Dear Son- I've enclosed a few wee thing for you and your loves, and for the bairn. Don't eat the cookies, give them to my son-in-law. God knows he needs to eat more, he's thin as a rail, and he'll need to keep up his energy soon. You make sure they all get good, regular meals. Not that bloody awful excuse for food that all armed forces are served. I hope Rachel likes the shawl, since it'll be early spring when the babe's due, and she's likely to get chilly quite easier. I picked up the shirts at that touristy shop just past the chocolatier the other day, I couldn't resist. I love you, son, and can't wait until you can bring me my grandchild to visit. Give my love to Rachel and John, and to your Radek and Rodney as well. They're good people, and you deserve the best. Love, your mother." He was blushing a little at the end. He looked over at John.
"I'm thinking you're mum's favorite right now. Can't imagine why." He smirked. He kissed John as he held the t-shirt and cookies. The t-shirt was white with broad blue letters proclaiming "Anyone can be a Father- But it takes someone special to be a Dad".
Rae smiled, tears in her eyes. She was so glad Carson's mum loved John, too. he needed that. She knew he was sad that he couldn't give their little zoomie grandparents, but really, Rodney couldn't either. She hugged the shawl tighter around her and vowed to get a picture of them all in their t-shirts.
Carson was kissing John sweetly. Rae just stood there, holding the little crocheted booties close to herself, happy with all the love in the room. Carson pulled back and spoke. "Now then, husband... What say we get ye out of that carrier and put together some of these things before the Engineer and the Astrophysicist come yell at us for doing it all wrong? Rachel can sit on the bed and read the instructions to us, or maybe fold up the baby's things. Sound good?"
Ohhhhh he recognized that box well enough, alright, and as Carson read the letter aloud in his sweet, familiar brogue, somehow gone thicker reading his Mum's words, John began to gently wiggle the box open. He's suprised by the tshirt that gets thrown at him, and tucks it under his arm as he gets to the first pefect cookie. He barely had time to swallow it, eyes closed in pleasure, before Carson's on him, kissing him soft and deep.
"well I was gonna say you're going to lose me to your Mum if she keeps baking me cookies, but I think that's changed my mind" he murmured softly, head leaned against his husband's.
"sounds like the perfect way to spend an evening, doing building projects without Rodney and Radek. Not that I don't love them, but there's only so many time a man can be told he's using a wrench wrong."
He began unbuckling the straps as Rae made herself comfortable on the bed. In minutes he had the sprawling pieces to a baby accessory of unknown origin spread around him, and was eyeing the instructions suspiciously.
Rae giggled as she sat herself in the middle of the bed and folded things up. John handed her the baby carrier, which she put with the other three, and he and Carson started in on assembling the furniture. Once they got the glider rocker together, she scrambled off and tried to drag the easy chair into the living room. Carson's quick threat of a slipper across her ass if she moved it one more inch had her stopping and getting back on the bed, leaving him to move the chair. Rodney and Radek were working pretty late, so she just fixed sandwiches and veggies for the three of them after they had the crib put together. Another couple hours and a short argument about alan wrenchs had the changing table together and the playpen as well, in its folded-up state against the wall.
Carson looked over at Rachel once they'd gathered up the boxes and plastic bags and styrofoam from unpacking, to see that she'd fallen asleep on her side. She was curled around a pillow for comfort, her mouth barely open, out like a light. He smiled and glanced at John. "God above, our wife is beautiful, isn't she? How did we get so lucky, Johnnie? Come on, let's go talk in the living room and let her sleep. I'll get us a couple of beers."
Rae came close to him, and her free hand stroked over the blanket on his shoulder and arm. "If you noticed, I got a couple sizes, because you don't know exactly how big they are when they come out. But given that no one in my family is a wide person, and you've a runner's build, I'm betting he or she will be small and have long legs." Rae patted the blanket again, her eyes a little moist. "And wasn't that just wonderful of Sam, do get them all to sign it? That's so damn... sweet. Especially the General's sail."
Rae took the onesie and quilt from John and gave him the baby carrier, helping him put it on his front and tightening the straps. Then, she held the onesie up against it to show how the baby's head would barely peek out at first. "Yes, apparently they are pretty darn small when they show up. I'm just trying to imagine it at all." She smiled up at him. "But I love the mental image of you holding him or her, all close and warm and snuffly-sweet."
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"yeah...not that we need it, but...it's nice to have their approval, especially Jack's."
His free hand smoothed over the soft material of the onesie, moulding it to the swell of his child beneath Rae's shirt. He pressed close, trapping the clothing between them, and drew her into a gentle hug, being careful with the carrier, as if it already carried their precious infant.
"I keep seeing you all cuddled up with.....we really need to come up with a temporary name, you know...instead of him/her or "them"....a nickname. Any ideas?"
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"I've been thinking that too.. It's not personal enough, otherwise..." She thought hard, tipping her head back to look at the ceiling... A look came into her eyes as she saw all the model airplanes and glow-in-the-dark stars... Rae looked back at John and tried not to smirk. "How about our little zoomie?"
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"And just what is so wonderful to hear, then?" He put down the hat and went over to them, kissing his spouses soundly as he embraced the both of them in a big group hug. Carson looked down at her shirt. "That looks lovely on ye, Rachel. And I see we have a lot to get situated here soon." He noticed the single box left unopened. "Oh Lord. Looks like Mum sent something..."
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Carson's eyes alight on the packages in the corner, and he sees a list of three addresses, the three birthplaces of his spouses, and aches inwardly for a moment, for the fact that there will never be a box from home for his child.
"think it's cookies? Because, I swear your Mom knows I fall a little more in love with her every time she sends them.
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Carson started to open the box, finding the three smaller boxes within. Ahh, the American military did know how to pack for usefulness. He took out the one addressed to him and carefully opened it. Grinning, he handed over the small insulated box to John. Rachel stepped back as he took it, and Carson's eyes dropped to where she held a wrinkled little onesie against herself. By God, he just couldn't quit smiling. He looked back in the box and laughed. "Well, Mum's certainly been busy for us!" He pulled out a pile of something soft crocheted in a rainbow of pastel stripes and handed it to Rachel. She giggled to see the tiny handmade white booties, and wrapped herself immediately in the soft white trangular shawl. Carson pulled out more fabric and unfurled a piece, a letter dropping to the floor.
He smirked, then picked up the letter before throwing the t-shirt at John's chest. Carson opened the letter and started reading aloud. "Dear Son- I've enclosed a few wee thing for you and your loves, and for the bairn. Don't eat the cookies, give them to my son-in-law. God knows he needs to eat more, he's thin as a rail, and he'll need to keep up his energy soon. You make sure they all get good, regular meals. Not that bloody awful excuse for food that all armed forces are served. I hope Rachel likes the shawl, since it'll be early spring when the babe's due, and she's likely to get chilly quite easier. I picked up the shirts at that touristy shop just past the chocolatier the other day, I couldn't resist. I love you, son, and can't wait until you can bring me my grandchild to visit. Give my love to Rachel and John, and to your Radek and Rodney as well. They're good people, and you deserve the best. Love, your mother." He was blushing a little at the end. He looked over at John.
"I'm thinking you're mum's favorite right now. Can't imagine why." He smirked. He kissed John as he held the t-shirt and cookies. The t-shirt was white with broad blue letters proclaiming "Anyone can be a Father- But it takes someone special to be a Dad".
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Carson was kissing John sweetly. Rae just stood there, holding the little crocheted booties close to herself, happy with all the love in the room. Carson pulled back and spoke. "Now then, husband... What say we get ye out of that carrier and put together some of these things before the Engineer and the Astrophysicist come yell at us for doing it all wrong? Rachel can sit on the bed and read the instructions to us, or maybe fold up the baby's things. Sound good?"
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"well I was gonna say you're going to lose me to your Mum if she keeps baking me cookies, but I think that's changed my mind" he murmured softly, head leaned against his husband's.
"sounds like the perfect way to spend an evening, doing building projects without Rodney and Radek. Not that I don't love them, but there's only so many time a man can be told he's using a wrench wrong."
He began unbuckling the straps as Rae made herself comfortable on the bed. In minutes he had the sprawling pieces to a baby accessory of unknown origin spread around him, and was eyeing the instructions suspiciously.
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Carson looked over at Rachel once they'd gathered up the boxes and plastic bags and styrofoam from unpacking, to see that she'd fallen asleep on her side. She was curled around a pillow for comfort, her mouth barely open, out like a light. He smiled and glanced at John. "God above, our wife is beautiful, isn't she? How did we get so lucky, Johnnie? Come on, let's go talk in the living room and let her sleep. I'll get us a couple of beers."
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