Making Good On promises (Michael/Sara) One-Piece
Name: Making good on Promises
Fandom: Prisonbreak
Author: lizparker6
Characters/Pairing: Michael/Sara, Michael Jr, mentions of Lincoln
Genre: het, fluff, family, non-epilogue-compliant
Rating: PG, I guess
Word count: approx. 750
Spoilers: 4x22
Summary: He once said to her: “I want you to know, I am going to be a hands-on daddy.” He wants to make good on his promises.
A/N: For martinibaby , cuz she’s currently being there.:) *hugs*
For rosie_spleen 's Bleeding Cuticles Challenge.
Making good on Promises
The baby’s cries grow with every step he takes towards the nursery and he hastens in his stride. He flicks the lights on and stands next to the crib, his eyes directly on the red-faced baby helplessly flailing his hands in the air.
Making hushing sounds he picks him up, cradling his son against his naked chest. The cries still for a moment, then start anew with an even bigger urgency.
“Hey, hey buddy,” he coos, one hand cradling the baby, the other running soothing patterns on the baby’s back. “I know you’re hungry, just give daddy a moment, okay?”
The baby doesn’t seem to agree, the desperate cries pulling at Michael’s heart. He knows it’s silly, knows it’s the only way babies can communicate with their parents, by crying, yet the heart-wrenching sound still causes him to move quicker.
Arriving in the kitchen, the baby still crying against his shoulder, he carefully prepares the formula, meticulously measuring the amount of powder against the amount of needed water.
“There there,” he tries to sooth in between, “we’re nearly done.”
The moment the bottle is offered to the baby, the little guy catches the dummy between his toothless gums, grabbing the bottle greedily with both of his tiny hands. For a long moment, nothing can be heard except the sounds of very loud and very quick sucking.
The baby drinks, but his eyes are fixed on his father. And while Michael makes his way to the nursery to sit down with his now happy son, he nearly gets lost in a gaze that reminds him so much of his own.
Sighing contentedly, he comes to rest in the rocking chair, observing, stroking, talking to their child, their firstborn.
With a final ‘SUCK!’ the bottle is empty within minutes and the baby sleepy again. Cradling the boy against his shoulder he wait for the final burp to come, his face spontaneously stretching into a wide grin upon hearing the loud noise. Lincoln would be proud.
Giving the baby another few minutes until completely sure he is sound asleep, he flicks off the light and makes his way back to their bedroom. The curtains are moving slowly in the light breeze of the night, the salty air filling his nose.
When his eyes fall onto the bed where he had left Sara’s side less than thirty minutes ago, he doesn’t know whether to be amused or confused. In the end, he settles on a mix of both.
She still appears to be soundly asleep. Her frame is hidden under the light covers, yet she is sprawled throughout the whole bed, arms and legs spread in all directions. He doesn’t know what to make out of it.
Just as he wonders how to crawl into bed next to her without actually waking her, she gives a slight move, then a low sigh.
“Is everything alright?” Her voice is groggy, full of sleep, yet the sight of her long legs - toes peeking out from underneath her covers - and her tousled hair has the power to spike his blood. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He is a patient man.
“Yes, everything is alright, go back to sleep.”
She gives a small nod, her eyes still closed. She doesn’t move to her side of the bed thought.
“Uhm Sara?” he asks uneasily, his eyes roaming the bed in vain search for a spot he could use as an entrance to their shared sanctuary.
“Uh-huh?” there is now a tint of amusement in her voice, betraying her sleepy state to be partly faked.
“What exactly are you doing?”
She lays still for a couple of moments then one corner of her mouth starts to twitch. Curling upwards in the end, a big grin spreads across her face.
“What does it look like, Scofield? I’m keeping your side of the bed warm until you get back, of course.” She chirps, her eyes still closed yet the tiredness momentarily gone from her voice.
Having to work hard to hold the laughter trying to escape his throat he climbs into the bed, never minding whether he wakes her or not anymore. Reaching for her he seizes her upper body, gently dragging her up to rest against his chest. She merely gives a sigh on content, her arms sneaking around his torso. He keeps smiling then presses his lips against her crown, whispering into the darkness.
“Told you I was going to be a hands-on daddy, didn’t I?”
END
Any thoughts to share? :)
Fandom: Prisonbreak
Author: lizparker6
Characters/Pairing: Michael/Sara, Michael Jr, mentions of Lincoln
Genre: het, fluff, family, non-epilogue-compliant
Rating: PG, I guess
Word count: approx. 750
Spoilers: 4x22
Summary: He once said to her: “I want you to know, I am going to be a hands-on daddy.” He wants to make good on his promises.
A/N: For martinibaby , cuz she’s currently being there.:) *hugs*
For rosie_spleen 's Bleeding Cuticles Challenge.
Making good on Promises
The baby’s cries grow with every step he takes towards the nursery and he hastens in his stride. He flicks the lights on and stands next to the crib, his eyes directly on the red-faced baby helplessly flailing his hands in the air.
Making hushing sounds he picks him up, cradling his son against his naked chest. The cries still for a moment, then start anew with an even bigger urgency.
“Hey, hey buddy,” he coos, one hand cradling the baby, the other running soothing patterns on the baby’s back. “I know you’re hungry, just give daddy a moment, okay?”
The baby doesn’t seem to agree, the desperate cries pulling at Michael’s heart. He knows it’s silly, knows it’s the only way babies can communicate with their parents, by crying, yet the heart-wrenching sound still causes him to move quicker.
Arriving in the kitchen, the baby still crying against his shoulder, he carefully prepares the formula, meticulously measuring the amount of powder against the amount of needed water.
“There there,” he tries to sooth in between, “we’re nearly done.”
The moment the bottle is offered to the baby, the little guy catches the dummy between his toothless gums, grabbing the bottle greedily with both of his tiny hands. For a long moment, nothing can be heard except the sounds of very loud and very quick sucking.
The baby drinks, but his eyes are fixed on his father. And while Michael makes his way to the nursery to sit down with his now happy son, he nearly gets lost in a gaze that reminds him so much of his own.
Sighing contentedly, he comes to rest in the rocking chair, observing, stroking, talking to their child, their firstborn.
With a final ‘SUCK!’ the bottle is empty within minutes and the baby sleepy again. Cradling the boy against his shoulder he wait for the final burp to come, his face spontaneously stretching into a wide grin upon hearing the loud noise. Lincoln would be proud.
Giving the baby another few minutes until completely sure he is sound asleep, he flicks off the light and makes his way back to their bedroom. The curtains are moving slowly in the light breeze of the night, the salty air filling his nose.
When his eyes fall onto the bed where he had left Sara’s side less than thirty minutes ago, he doesn’t know whether to be amused or confused. In the end, he settles on a mix of both.
She still appears to be soundly asleep. Her frame is hidden under the light covers, yet she is sprawled throughout the whole bed, arms and legs spread in all directions. He doesn’t know what to make out of it.
Just as he wonders how to crawl into bed next to her without actually waking her, she gives a slight move, then a low sigh.
“Is everything alright?” Her voice is groggy, full of sleep, yet the sight of her long legs - toes peeking out from underneath her covers - and her tousled hair has the power to spike his blood. He takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He is a patient man.
“Yes, everything is alright, go back to sleep.”
She gives a small nod, her eyes still closed. She doesn’t move to her side of the bed thought.
“Uhm Sara?” he asks uneasily, his eyes roaming the bed in vain search for a spot he could use as an entrance to their shared sanctuary.
“Uh-huh?” there is now a tint of amusement in her voice, betraying her sleepy state to be partly faked.
“What exactly are you doing?”
She lays still for a couple of moments then one corner of her mouth starts to twitch. Curling upwards in the end, a big grin spreads across her face.
“What does it look like, Scofield? I’m keeping your side of the bed warm until you get back, of course.” She chirps, her eyes still closed yet the tiredness momentarily gone from her voice.
Having to work hard to hold the laughter trying to escape his throat he climbs into the bed, never minding whether he wakes her or not anymore. Reaching for her he seizes her upper body, gently dragging her up to rest against his chest. She merely gives a sigh on content, her arms sneaking around his torso. He keeps smiling then presses his lips against her crown, whispering into the darkness.
“Told you I was going to be a hands-on daddy, didn’t I?”
END
Any thoughts to share? :)