Loving!John drabble for daughterof_evil
(ooc: Also includes Future!John and Future!Sasha, and Sasha's future!daughter. Totally stolen inspired by this ficlet.)
John knocked on the door but let himself in with the key Sasha had given him. It was supposed to be for emergencies, but if they knew he was coming, he didn’t mind using it.
“Hey, my girls, anyone home?” he called out from the entrance.
He heard tiny feet running down the stairs.
“Uncle Joooooooooooooohn!”
John bent down so he could scope the little girl up in his arms, and held her up in the air above his head, making her laugh. He put her down on the ground, and crouched down in a backcatcher’s stance.
“You all packed?” John asked, smiling.
Lexie put one small hand on each of his cheeks, pushing them together, and he made lips like a fish. She laughed. “Almost!”
The girl’s mother entered the room then. “Well, then, you better go finish up, hadn’t you?” Sasha said, raising eyebrows at her daughter. She turned to John and smiled. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, lady,” John said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Is Mommy your favourite girl in the world, or am I?” Lexie asked, looking up at them.
“You both are.”
“Oh. That’s what my daddy says too.”
John tried really hard to keep it as upbeat as he could, but he couldn’t help it as he said, “Well, at least he’s not a complete-”
“Lexie,” Sasha said, cutting him off, “go pack, please.”
The girl just looked up at John. “Uncle Miles called my daddy a mother-”
“Lexie Grace,” Sasha said more sternly. “What did I say about that word?”
The girl looked up sheepishly. “Not to say it?”
Sasha nodded. “And are you going to stay with Uncle John and Doug this weekend?”
“Yes!” she replied, more excitedly.
“And you’re supposed to be-”
“Packing! Okay, Mommy!” And this time, the little girl did go follow her mother’s instructions, going up the stairs, taking on big step up at a time.
Once she was out of earshot, John asked with amusement, “And how are Uncle Miles’ eyebrows, anyway?”
Sasha poked a finger into his chest three times, but without any real vigour. “No fire tricks this time. I don’t care if Doug shows her how to hack into the mainframe of the FBI, do not show her fire.”
“What if I accompany it with a big lecture about fire safety?” John asked.
Sasha knew he would still show her tricks, so she just rolled her eyes and nodded. “Then maybe.” She turned more serious. “Thanks for taking her this weekend.”
“Well, you need to go and spend alone time with the ass,” John said, dryly.
“You and Miles really need to stop that. If we work things out, you’re both going to feel very awkward around Peter at Lexie’s next birthday party.”
It was John’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, because that’s totally how me and Miles are going to feel about the guy that broke your heart sixteen million times.”
Sasha sighed, but she wasn’t mad. She really was used to John when it came to Peter. And she knew he’d both be supportive of whatever decision she came too anyway.
Lexie came back down the stairs, her little suitcase clunking down each step as she did. At the bottom, she let go of it, and took a run at John again. He scooped her up and hugged her tight, and then settled her on his hip.
“Mind handing me the suitcase?”
Sasha retrieved it, but when she handed it to him, said, “She can walk, you know.”
“But I like when he carries me, Mom!”
“Yeah, Mom,” John echoed, grinning. “She likes it. She’s a little princess, just like her mother.”
“You carried her too?”
Sasha smiled affectionately at him. “Not in his arms.”
John smiled back, and kissed her cheek once more.
Lexie looked confused. “But then how? On his back?”
Both adults laughed. “We’ll explain it one day,” John said. “Now, say goodbye to your mother so we can get home and Doug can spoil you with a chocolate milkshake.”
“Bye Mommy!”
Sasha laughed. “Bye, you two. See you Sunday.”
John knocked on the door but let himself in with the key Sasha had given him. It was supposed to be for emergencies, but if they knew he was coming, he didn’t mind using it.
“Hey, my girls, anyone home?” he called out from the entrance.
He heard tiny feet running down the stairs.
“Uncle Joooooooooooooohn!”
John bent down so he could scope the little girl up in his arms, and held her up in the air above his head, making her laugh. He put her down on the ground, and crouched down in a backcatcher’s stance.
“You all packed?” John asked, smiling.
Lexie put one small hand on each of his cheeks, pushing them together, and he made lips like a fish. She laughed. “Almost!”
The girl’s mother entered the room then. “Well, then, you better go finish up, hadn’t you?” Sasha said, raising eyebrows at her daughter. She turned to John and smiled. “Hey, you.”
“Hey, lady,” John said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek.
“Is Mommy your favourite girl in the world, or am I?” Lexie asked, looking up at them.
“You both are.”
“Oh. That’s what my daddy says too.”
John tried really hard to keep it as upbeat as he could, but he couldn’t help it as he said, “Well, at least he’s not a complete-”
“Lexie,” Sasha said, cutting him off, “go pack, please.”
The girl just looked up at John. “Uncle Miles called my daddy a mother-”
“Lexie Grace,” Sasha said more sternly. “What did I say about that word?”
The girl looked up sheepishly. “Not to say it?”
Sasha nodded. “And are you going to stay with Uncle John and Doug this weekend?”
“Yes!” she replied, more excitedly.
“And you’re supposed to be-”
“Packing! Okay, Mommy!” And this time, the little girl did go follow her mother’s instructions, going up the stairs, taking on big step up at a time.
Once she was out of earshot, John asked with amusement, “And how are Uncle Miles’ eyebrows, anyway?”
Sasha poked a finger into his chest three times, but without any real vigour. “No fire tricks this time. I don’t care if Doug shows her how to hack into the mainframe of the FBI, do not show her fire.”
“What if I accompany it with a big lecture about fire safety?” John asked.
Sasha knew he would still show her tricks, so she just rolled her eyes and nodded. “Then maybe.” She turned more serious. “Thanks for taking her this weekend.”
“Well, you need to go and spend alone time with the ass,” John said, dryly.
“You and Miles really need to stop that. If we work things out, you’re both going to feel very awkward around Peter at Lexie’s next birthday party.”
It was John’s turn to roll his eyes. “Yeah, because that’s totally how me and Miles are going to feel about the guy that broke your heart sixteen million times.”
Sasha sighed, but she wasn’t mad. She really was used to John when it came to Peter. And she knew he’d both be supportive of whatever decision she came too anyway.
Lexie came back down the stairs, her little suitcase clunking down each step as she did. At the bottom, she let go of it, and took a run at John again. He scooped her up and hugged her tight, and then settled her on his hip.
“Mind handing me the suitcase?”
Sasha retrieved it, but when she handed it to him, said, “She can walk, you know.”
“But I like when he carries me, Mom!”
“Yeah, Mom,” John echoed, grinning. “She likes it. She’s a little princess, just like her mother.”
“You carried her too?”
Sasha smiled affectionately at him. “Not in his arms.”
John smiled back, and kissed her cheek once more.
Lexie looked confused. “But then how? On his back?”
Both adults laughed. “We’ll explain it one day,” John said. “Now, say goodbye to your mother so we can get home and Doug can spoil you with a chocolate milkshake.”
“Bye Mommy!”
Sasha laughed. “Bye, you two. See you Sunday.”