In Black And White -for symphonyofslash-
Title: In Black and White
Author: Yer lookin' at 'er. Nicoleh262.
Rating: G. Very much G.
Pairing: Joncer
Summary: Just a fluffy walk in the park. :3
Author's Notes: This fic stemmed from four things. 1. I've been babysitting my neighbor's nephew for the past week, and today was his first day outside (it's been cold). 2. The prompt "black and white" for joncerjumpstart. 3. The prompt "firsts" from joncerjumpstart. 4. My good friend, symphonyofslash, hasn't been doing too well for the past few days, do hopefully she reads this. For you, Hun! ^_^
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If that caterpillar wasn't the only thing keeping George from raising the dead with his high-pitched wails, Spencer would've thrown it under the wheels of that BMW a long time ago.
He and Jon were out for a walk around the neighborhood with their one-month old, who was currently fixated on the brightly colored toy hanging from the top of the stroller.
Jon, ever the shutterbug, snapped at flowers and trees overhead, the click of the camera almost as annoying as the caterpillar's jingly bell. But Spencer said nothing, just happy to be outside in such warm weather with the two most important people in the world, enjoying the day.
Jon suddenly squatted down next to the stroller and snapped several photos of George, who'd now moved on to examining his toes. Afterward, he stood up, beaming proudly as he showed Spencer the images. George's wide blue eyes had a faraway look in them, like he was gazing into the depths of the universe instead of only oak trees.
"They're great," he said, leaning up to give Jon a peck on the cheek. "He almost makes your photography look good."
"Hey!" he whined, earning Spencer a jab in the arm as the latter chuckled.
"I do have one suggestion, though," he added, after he'd been able to stop laughing.
"Taking back that comment and worshipping me as the new Alfred Eisenstaedt?"
"Who?" Spencer's eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar name. "No, I think you should try it in black and white," he said simply.
"Oh. Okay." Jon seemed to find this idea sufficient, and adjusted his camera settings.
"Geooorge," he cooed, trying to catch the baby's attention. As soon as the newborn's head turned around, Jon secured his shots and stood back up. As he scrolled through the snapshots, he commented, "It's his first time out, y'know."
Of course he knew. Ever since George had been born (and ever before he had) Spencer had been counting all of his 'firsts'. They were all little things, of course: his first bottle, his first diaper change, his first night home, but he supposed every parent did that. Soon enough, it would be his first word, his first steps, his first real meal... Before he knew it, he'd be going to school, making friends, dating--Spencer shuddered at that part-- going to college, getting married, and before long he'd have grandchildren.
"Oh yeah. I guess you're right."
Spencer grinned as he leaned into Jon, wrapping his arms around his waist as he gently rubbed George's tummy.
It would all happen some day, some time in the future.
But not yet. Not quite yet.
George gurgled happily at the soothing touch of his father.
No, for now, things could just simply stay in black and white.
Author: Yer lookin' at 'er. Nicoleh262.
Rating: G. Very much G.
Pairing: Joncer
Summary: Just a fluffy walk in the park. :3
Author's Notes: This fic stemmed from four things. 1. I've been babysitting my neighbor's nephew for the past week, and today was his first day outside (it's been cold). 2. The prompt "black and white" for joncerjumpstart. 3. The prompt "firsts" from joncerjumpstart. 4. My good friend, symphonyofslash, hasn't been doing too well for the past few days, do hopefully she reads this. For you, Hun! ^_^
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If that caterpillar wasn't the only thing keeping George from raising the dead with his high-pitched wails, Spencer would've thrown it under the wheels of that BMW a long time ago.
He and Jon were out for a walk around the neighborhood with their one-month old, who was currently fixated on the brightly colored toy hanging from the top of the stroller.
Jon, ever the shutterbug, snapped at flowers and trees overhead, the click of the camera almost as annoying as the caterpillar's jingly bell. But Spencer said nothing, just happy to be outside in such warm weather with the two most important people in the world, enjoying the day.
Jon suddenly squatted down next to the stroller and snapped several photos of George, who'd now moved on to examining his toes. Afterward, he stood up, beaming proudly as he showed Spencer the images. George's wide blue eyes had a faraway look in them, like he was gazing into the depths of the universe instead of only oak trees.
"They're great," he said, leaning up to give Jon a peck on the cheek. "He almost makes your photography look good."
"Hey!" he whined, earning Spencer a jab in the arm as the latter chuckled.
"I do have one suggestion, though," he added, after he'd been able to stop laughing.
"Taking back that comment and worshipping me as the new Alfred Eisenstaedt?"
"Who?" Spencer's eyebrows furrowed at the unfamiliar name. "No, I think you should try it in black and white," he said simply.
"Oh. Okay." Jon seemed to find this idea sufficient, and adjusted his camera settings.
"Geooorge," he cooed, trying to catch the baby's attention. As soon as the newborn's head turned around, Jon secured his shots and stood back up. As he scrolled through the snapshots, he commented, "It's his first time out, y'know."
Of course he knew. Ever since George had been born (and ever before he had) Spencer had been counting all of his 'firsts'. They were all little things, of course: his first bottle, his first diaper change, his first night home, but he supposed every parent did that. Soon enough, it would be his first word, his first steps, his first real meal... Before he knew it, he'd be going to school, making friends, dating--Spencer shuddered at that part-- going to college, getting married, and before long he'd have grandchildren.
"Oh yeah. I guess you're right."
Spencer grinned as he leaned into Jon, wrapping his arms around his waist as he gently rubbed George's tummy.
It would all happen some day, some time in the future.
But not yet. Not quite yet.
George gurgled happily at the soothing touch of his father.
No, for now, things could just simply stay in black and white.