A Christmas Story
Title: A Christmas Story
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G, for lots of schmoop
Word Count: 980
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Timestamp for the Ella!verse, set a few years in the future.
A/N 1: Thanks to rain388 for the kickass prompt and sweeter_melissa for looking over it for me.
Ella zooms around the corner, narrowly missing an end table and the pile of wrapping paper bunched underneath it.
“Careful!” Jared calls as she flies past him.
“’Kay, Daddy!” she shoots back over her shoulder and disappears into the dining room.
Sighing, Jared continues to gather all the wrapping paper and bows scattered around the living room. Ella had gotten new rollerblades for Christmas and wanted to test them out. Since there was a foot of snow outside, he agreed to let her skate inside, traveling on a loop between the kitchen, dining room, and living room. He maybe should’ve made her wait till they cleaned up from opening presents, though. Jensen gives him a look from where he sits on the couch, trying to resnap Morgan’s pajamas after changing his diaper. Morgan’s having none of it and keeps rolling away. Jensen finally gives up and sets him on the floor, and Morgan immediately crawls over to the tree to play with the lights. Rolling his eyes, Jensen scoots off the couch, plucks Morgan off the floor, and plops him in Jared’s lap.
“Here, your turn. I’m gonna go see if Lukas is awake yet,” Jensen says and shuffles down the hall, scratching idly at his stomach.
Grinning, Jared nuzzles Morgan’s neck, blowing raspberries till he squirms and giggles. “I think you’re annoying your daddy, buddy.” While Lukas is easy-going and slept through the whole Christmas morning frenzy, Morgan is ornery and definitely keeps them on their toes. Jared tickles his bare feet (God only knows where he lost his socks), and Morgan arches back over Jared’s arms to get away. Settling him on the floor with a toy, Jared smoothes back his soft hair and turns back to the mess. This is the part of Christmas he hates, the cleanup after watching the kids squeal over their presents. He has most of it stacked to the side by the time Jensen comes back with a yawning Lukas tucked under his chin.
“He finally decided to wake up, huh?” Jared asks, taking a quick glance at Morgan to make sure he’s not getting into anything. He’s playing quietly, though, fascinated by the fake phone’s many buttons.
“Yeah.” Jensen jumps back as Ella skids past him. He lands on another toy, flushing red with the effort of not swearing out loud. He gives Jared another look, one he’s perfected over the last few years, and Jared stifles a laugh. After another semi-glare, Jensen sighs and pushes up his glasses, then walks over to sit cross-legged next to him on the floor with Lukas in his lap and leaning sleepily against his stomach. Jared stares at him for awhile, because even after all this time, Jensen’s still the most gorgeous person he’s ever met. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves Jensen, and he wouldn’t give up their lives together for anything. Jensen blushes adorably and ducks his head, and Jared can’t help it. He tugs Jensen forward with a hand on the back of his neck and kisses him, traces Jensen’s smile with his tongue before licking into his mouth. Jensen hums and tangles his fist in Jared’s sweatshirt, right over his heart. Jared pulls away to suck in some air and is about to dive back in when he notices movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Dean!” he yells, and their lab-mix puppy immediately drops the candy cane in his mouth, then darts under the coffee table, looking back at Jared with wide, I-didn’t-mean-to, you-love-me-remember? eyes. Jensen snorts at his exasperation and kisses his jaw.
“Still say Sammy would’ve been a better name. He’s got your emo face down pat, Jay,” Jensen laughs.
“Shut up,” he mutters. The name wasn’t their idea (and if he ever figures out who let their five-year-old daughter watch Supernatural…), but he spent five years yelling Dean on set, so he’s used to it. Dean cautiously crawls out from under the table on his belly, and the sad puppy eyes win Jared over, just like always. Just like yesterday when he peed on half the presents, and they had to spend a few hours last night rewrapping everything. Just like three days ago when he successfully got into the cookies and threw them up on Jared’s favorite pair of jeans. Because what they really needed, besides a five-year-old little girl and ten-month-old twin boys, was a rambunctious 3-month-old puppy. He is such a sucker when it comes to anything Ella wants.
Reaching out, he scratches Dean’s ears, laughing as Dean leans against him and licks his nose and all is forgiven. He wipes his face on Jensen’s shirt (It’s been inside out all day, since Ella dragged them out of bed at the crack of dawn and Jensen got dressed with his eyes closed, but it’s so ridiculously adorable that Jared hasn’t said anything.), just because he can and Jensen’s an asshole for laughing at him, then shuts him up with another kiss. It doesn’t last nearly long enough. Morgan tires of his toy and crawls into Jensen’s lap on top of Lukas, and the two of them babble incoherently at each other. Lukas giggles and claps his hands, fully awake now. Ella runs into the island on her pass through the kitchen and drops heavily onto Jared’s lap, bottom lip quivering and tears gathering in her eyes. She’s not hurt badly, since he at least made her wear all her pads inside as well, and it’s more her pride that’s damaged. A little cuddling and some tickling cures her, and soon she’s quiet in his arms, sucking her thumb and absentmindedly running a hand up and down his arm. He catches Jensen’s eye over the kids’ heads and returns his easy smile.
It may be chaos, but it’s their chaos, and he can’t imagine it any other way.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G, for lots of schmoop
Word Count: 980
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Timestamp for the Ella!verse, set a few years in the future.
A/N 1: Thanks to rain388 for the kickass prompt and sweeter_melissa for looking over it for me.
Ella zooms around the corner, narrowly missing an end table and the pile of wrapping paper bunched underneath it.
“Careful!” Jared calls as she flies past him.
“’Kay, Daddy!” she shoots back over her shoulder and disappears into the dining room.
Sighing, Jared continues to gather all the wrapping paper and bows scattered around the living room. Ella had gotten new rollerblades for Christmas and wanted to test them out. Since there was a foot of snow outside, he agreed to let her skate inside, traveling on a loop between the kitchen, dining room, and living room. He maybe should’ve made her wait till they cleaned up from opening presents, though. Jensen gives him a look from where he sits on the couch, trying to resnap Morgan’s pajamas after changing his diaper. Morgan’s having none of it and keeps rolling away. Jensen finally gives up and sets him on the floor, and Morgan immediately crawls over to the tree to play with the lights. Rolling his eyes, Jensen scoots off the couch, plucks Morgan off the floor, and plops him in Jared’s lap.
“Here, your turn. I’m gonna go see if Lukas is awake yet,” Jensen says and shuffles down the hall, scratching idly at his stomach.
Grinning, Jared nuzzles Morgan’s neck, blowing raspberries till he squirms and giggles. “I think you’re annoying your daddy, buddy.” While Lukas is easy-going and slept through the whole Christmas morning frenzy, Morgan is ornery and definitely keeps them on their toes. Jared tickles his bare feet (God only knows where he lost his socks), and Morgan arches back over Jared’s arms to get away. Settling him on the floor with a toy, Jared smoothes back his soft hair and turns back to the mess. This is the part of Christmas he hates, the cleanup after watching the kids squeal over their presents. He has most of it stacked to the side by the time Jensen comes back with a yawning Lukas tucked under his chin.
“He finally decided to wake up, huh?” Jared asks, taking a quick glance at Morgan to make sure he’s not getting into anything. He’s playing quietly, though, fascinated by the fake phone’s many buttons.
“Yeah.” Jensen jumps back as Ella skids past him. He lands on another toy, flushing red with the effort of not swearing out loud. He gives Jared another look, one he’s perfected over the last few years, and Jared stifles a laugh. After another semi-glare, Jensen sighs and pushes up his glasses, then walks over to sit cross-legged next to him on the floor with Lukas in his lap and leaning sleepily against his stomach. Jared stares at him for awhile, because even after all this time, Jensen’s still the most gorgeous person he’s ever met. He’s never loved anyone as much as he loves Jensen, and he wouldn’t give up their lives together for anything. Jensen blushes adorably and ducks his head, and Jared can’t help it. He tugs Jensen forward with a hand on the back of his neck and kisses him, traces Jensen’s smile with his tongue before licking into his mouth. Jensen hums and tangles his fist in Jared’s sweatshirt, right over his heart. Jared pulls away to suck in some air and is about to dive back in when he notices movement out of the corner of his eye.
“Dean!” he yells, and their lab-mix puppy immediately drops the candy cane in his mouth, then darts under the coffee table, looking back at Jared with wide, I-didn’t-mean-to, you-love-me-remember? eyes. Jensen snorts at his exasperation and kisses his jaw.
“Still say Sammy would’ve been a better name. He’s got your emo face down pat, Jay,” Jensen laughs.
“Shut up,” he mutters. The name wasn’t their idea (and if he ever figures out who let their five-year-old daughter watch Supernatural…), but he spent five years yelling Dean on set, so he’s used to it. Dean cautiously crawls out from under the table on his belly, and the sad puppy eyes win Jared over, just like always. Just like yesterday when he peed on half the presents, and they had to spend a few hours last night rewrapping everything. Just like three days ago when he successfully got into the cookies and threw them up on Jared’s favorite pair of jeans. Because what they really needed, besides a five-year-old little girl and ten-month-old twin boys, was a rambunctious 3-month-old puppy. He is such a sucker when it comes to anything Ella wants.
Reaching out, he scratches Dean’s ears, laughing as Dean leans against him and licks his nose and all is forgiven. He wipes his face on Jensen’s shirt (It’s been inside out all day, since Ella dragged them out of bed at the crack of dawn and Jensen got dressed with his eyes closed, but it’s so ridiculously adorable that Jared hasn’t said anything.), just because he can and Jensen’s an asshole for laughing at him, then shuts him up with another kiss. It doesn’t last nearly long enough. Morgan tires of his toy and crawls into Jensen’s lap on top of Lukas, and the two of them babble incoherently at each other. Lukas giggles and claps his hands, fully awake now. Ella runs into the island on her pass through the kitchen and drops heavily onto Jared’s lap, bottom lip quivering and tears gathering in her eyes. She’s not hurt badly, since he at least made her wear all her pads inside as well, and it’s more her pride that’s damaged. A little cuddling and some tickling cures her, and soon she’s quiet in his arms, sucking her thumb and absentmindedly running a hand up and down his arm. He catches Jensen’s eye over the kids’ heads and returns his easy smile.
It may be chaos, but it’s their chaos, and he can’t imagine it any other way.