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TITLE: Eradication 12
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Cameron/House, Cameron/OC
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Tomorrow after work, you’ll bring home dinner and when the kids are sleeping you can talk to Cameron. Find out what she wants to do, what needs to be done.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
The comments are so fantastic, thank you all so much. :) This is just a transition part...the next part will be better! :)
After dinner, you get Blythe ready to go the store, and leave Cameron and Nathan curled up in front of the TV. You like the picture the two of them make, the baby curled against Cameron, his little head tucked under her chin. In the dim light from the TV, you can’t see how red her eyes are, the tear tracks aren’t as evident against her pale skin. You try to pretend for a moment that that is your baby curled up with her, and that today didn’t happen.
It hits you while you’re tying Blythe’s shoes that you truly don’t care that he’s not yours. Because he could be, and that is good enough for you. That his eyes don’t match yours and that his nose is rounded at the tip are really nonessential issues as far as you’re concerned.
Cameron wrote you a list of things Nathan was going to need and you clutch it gratefully. You can’t help but remind yourself that you should KNOW the things a baby needs without having a list, but now is not really the time to focus on that. You are painfully aware of your screw ups, you remind yourself every day, but for all your indifference and noninvolvement, you never hurt either of them. Not physically, at least.
Maybe what you did was worse.
You buckle Blythe into her car seat and go to the store, where you give your daughter entirely far too much reign over what things you purchase for Nathan. She points out things he has that she knows about, and you buy a playpen for him to sleep in, and diapers. You’re standing in the checkout when a little old lady comes up to you and compliments you on your beautiful daughter.
“So nice of you and Big Sister to go shopping for the baby, let him stay home and rest with his momma,” the woman adds and Blythe beams under the attention.
“I picked out clothes for him!” she tells her enthusiastically, and you shush your daughter before she opens her mouth and announces anything just too personal - like why you had to buy clothes for him at 8 at night.
You pay for the baby things - and honestly, you’d rather spend the money now than try to go back to the Andrews house tonight and get Nathan’s things. You think they might find Robert dead on the floor, a mysterious cane-shaped bruise on the back of his head.
You buckle Blythe into her car seat and you’re struck with the realization that you can do this without thought now, that the little snaps and buckles all fit together just right, and you no longer have to think about each movement.
You struggle to your door with too many bags and the playpen in it’s box and open the door. Blythe runs inside and you glance to the couch. Cameron and Nathan aren’t there, and you panic. Did you see Cameron’s car out front still? She wouldn’t have gone back to the house…she wouldn’t leave Blythe, not to go back to Robert…
You usher Blythe into her room and you move as fast as you can throughout your apartment, looking for them.
They’re in the last place you really expected to find them. Cameron has lined up pillows on the edge of your bed and is asleep, laying on her side. Nathan is tucked carefully in the curve of her arm, protected. Her shirt looks familiar and it takes you a moment to identify it as yours - she must have pulled it out of your drawer before they crawled into bed.
As quietly as you can, you open the playpen and set it up next to the bed. You take the baby out of her arms and carry him into the living room to change his diaper and dress him in the pajamas Blythe picked out. Blythe is waiting for a bedtime story, and you oblige her by both reading “The Velveteen Rabbit” and letting her hold Nathan while you do.
You don’t think about the connection to the book and your life until you close it and Blythe kisses you on the cheek.
“I’m glad you’re my real daddy,” she says and you smile and kiss her and take Nathan out of her arms.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” you tell her, “Tomorrow, we can make mommy waffles before I have to go to work, okay?”
Blythe nods enthusiastically and you pull the covers up over her and snuggle her in before you take Nathan into the living room.
“Real means you are loved,” you mumble to him, “and you are loved.”
You give him another bottle, and he falls asleep halfway through, long eyelashes fluttering over his baby round cheeks. He is a beautiful baby; he’s part of Cameron. You can’t help but love him.
He settles nicely into the playpen, not waking up and you strip off your jeans and dress shirt but leave your boxers and t-shirt on before you crawl into bed yourself. In her sleep, Cameron instinctively rolls towards you and you gather her into your arms, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Your children are sleeping peacefully, and you’ve got the woman you love back in your arms Even though you’re not sure what’s going on, really, or what tomorrow’s going to bring, you’re content, as long as you don’t think about the reason they are here.
Tomorrow after work, you’ll bring home dinner and when the kids are sleeping you can talk to Cameron. Find out what she wants to do, what needs to be done.
But right now, you can sleep and pretend like today didn’t happen, and just concentrate on the woman in your arms.
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: Cameron/House, Cameron/OC
RATING: PG-13
SUMMARY: Tomorrow after work, you’ll bring home dinner and when the kids are sleeping you can talk to Cameron. Find out what she wants to do, what needs to be done.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
The comments are so fantastic, thank you all so much. :) This is just a transition part...the next part will be better! :)
After dinner, you get Blythe ready to go the store, and leave Cameron and Nathan curled up in front of the TV. You like the picture the two of them make, the baby curled against Cameron, his little head tucked under her chin. In the dim light from the TV, you can’t see how red her eyes are, the tear tracks aren’t as evident against her pale skin. You try to pretend for a moment that that is your baby curled up with her, and that today didn’t happen.
It hits you while you’re tying Blythe’s shoes that you truly don’t care that he’s not yours. Because he could be, and that is good enough for you. That his eyes don’t match yours and that his nose is rounded at the tip are really nonessential issues as far as you’re concerned.
Cameron wrote you a list of things Nathan was going to need and you clutch it gratefully. You can’t help but remind yourself that you should KNOW the things a baby needs without having a list, but now is not really the time to focus on that. You are painfully aware of your screw ups, you remind yourself every day, but for all your indifference and noninvolvement, you never hurt either of them. Not physically, at least.
Maybe what you did was worse.
You buckle Blythe into her car seat and go to the store, where you give your daughter entirely far too much reign over what things you purchase for Nathan. She points out things he has that she knows about, and you buy a playpen for him to sleep in, and diapers. You’re standing in the checkout when a little old lady comes up to you and compliments you on your beautiful daughter.
“So nice of you and Big Sister to go shopping for the baby, let him stay home and rest with his momma,” the woman adds and Blythe beams under the attention.
“I picked out clothes for him!” she tells her enthusiastically, and you shush your daughter before she opens her mouth and announces anything just too personal - like why you had to buy clothes for him at 8 at night.
You pay for the baby things - and honestly, you’d rather spend the money now than try to go back to the Andrews house tonight and get Nathan’s things. You think they might find Robert dead on the floor, a mysterious cane-shaped bruise on the back of his head.
You buckle Blythe into her car seat and you’re struck with the realization that you can do this without thought now, that the little snaps and buckles all fit together just right, and you no longer have to think about each movement.
You struggle to your door with too many bags and the playpen in it’s box and open the door. Blythe runs inside and you glance to the couch. Cameron and Nathan aren’t there, and you panic. Did you see Cameron’s car out front still? She wouldn’t have gone back to the house…she wouldn’t leave Blythe, not to go back to Robert…
You usher Blythe into her room and you move as fast as you can throughout your apartment, looking for them.
They’re in the last place you really expected to find them. Cameron has lined up pillows on the edge of your bed and is asleep, laying on her side. Nathan is tucked carefully in the curve of her arm, protected. Her shirt looks familiar and it takes you a moment to identify it as yours - she must have pulled it out of your drawer before they crawled into bed.
As quietly as you can, you open the playpen and set it up next to the bed. You take the baby out of her arms and carry him into the living room to change his diaper and dress him in the pajamas Blythe picked out. Blythe is waiting for a bedtime story, and you oblige her by both reading “The Velveteen Rabbit” and letting her hold Nathan while you do.
You don’t think about the connection to the book and your life until you close it and Blythe kisses you on the cheek.
“I’m glad you’re my real daddy,” she says and you smile and kiss her and take Nathan out of her arms.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart,” you tell her, “Tomorrow, we can make mommy waffles before I have to go to work, okay?”
Blythe nods enthusiastically and you pull the covers up over her and snuggle her in before you take Nathan into the living room.
“Real means you are loved,” you mumble to him, “and you are loved.”
You give him another bottle, and he falls asleep halfway through, long eyelashes fluttering over his baby round cheeks. He is a beautiful baby; he’s part of Cameron. You can’t help but love him.
He settles nicely into the playpen, not waking up and you strip off your jeans and dress shirt but leave your boxers and t-shirt on before you crawl into bed yourself. In her sleep, Cameron instinctively rolls towards you and you gather her into your arms, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
Your children are sleeping peacefully, and you’ve got the woman you love back in your arms Even though you’re not sure what’s going on, really, or what tomorrow’s going to bring, you’re content, as long as you don’t think about the reason they are here.
Tomorrow after work, you’ll bring home dinner and when the kids are sleeping you can talk to Cameron. Find out what she wants to do, what needs to be done.
But right now, you can sleep and pretend like today didn’t happen, and just concentrate on the woman in your arms.