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Title: Fatherhood, the trial period
Author: Ree
Theme: Mamoru/ fatherhood
Genre: General/humor
Version: Anime during ep 53
Rating: G
Not mine, not yours (unless you're HER), but at least Takeuchi Naoko hasn't said we can't play.
Fatherhood, the trial period
The baby crawled over the floor, heading for the small step down that led to the front door. Biting back his sigh of annoyance, Mamoru almost wished Usagi was still there. She was at least another set of eyes. He deftly ignored any other reason for her to be there that tried to come to mind. Scooping up the small bundle of joy, he placed him back across the room.
'Toys... there had to be some toys in this bag that they sent with me.' Rummaging through it, he tried to keep a wary eye on Manami. 'Not one thing.' He pushed the last stack of diapers over, and noticed the edge of something that was plastic. Pulling it out, he shook the rattle. Manami looked at the man that was taking care of him. Noticing that he had the little boys attention, he held the rattle out to him. "Do you want to play with it?"
Manami took the rattle and shook it for a moment, looked at it, and then dropped it onto the floor. Looking about the sparse apartment, he tried to find something else to play with.
With a small sigh, Mamoru dropped the rattle back into the bag. 'Is being a father really this hard? Surely not. I mean, if this was his own house, he would have all his toys to play with.' Looking about for something, anything, that the baby could safely play with, Mamoru promised himself he would purchase a few toys in the morning. He was not going to go through this for another two days.
Manami found something before Mamoru could. Crawling across the floor, he plopped at Mamoru's feet and began emptying the bag.
Mamoru grabbed the formula before the baby could open the can and start dumping it onto the floor. As he walked it to the kitchen he worried what would be next. By time he was out of the kitchen, Manami had the diapers scattered everywhere, and was playing in the wipe box. Wipes were in little piles on either side of the baby.
Stooping down he looked at Manami in the eye. "Don't play with these. They are not a toy." Mamoru hoped that the little boy would understand him as well as Usagi said that he understood Manami. Picking up the wipes, he stuffed them back into their box amid the snuffles of an upset child. The screams came when he placed the box up high, and set the diapers next to it.
Looking at the screaming child, he wondered what to do next. There wasn't a single toy in sight. Scooping up the tiny screaming bundle, he plopped onto his bed and hefted the little boy over his head while making funny faces at him. The screaming stopped and the giggling began. The longer he did this, Mamoru realized that he wouldn't need to use the arm weights at the gym next time.
'This is no time to be thinking about that, I've got to find some sort of toy besides me.' As he cudgeled his brain, he noticed that Manami was starting to look sleepy. He changed the swinging to rocking. He watched as Manami cuddled into him as he drifted off to sleep. 'Fatherhood has its benefits, too. Watching your tired happy child drift off to a comfortable sleep, trusting you to keep it safe.' Carefully setting Manami on to the thick pallet the Usagi had made for him earlier, Mamoru knew that this lull was not going to last. Manami was going to want some sort of toy when he woke up. Laying back on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling trying to think of something. He knew it was going to be a long night.
Part II- A distraction needed
Author: Ree
Theme: Mamoru/ fatherhood
Genre: General/humor
Version: Anime during ep 53
Rating: G
Not mine, not yours (unless you're HER), but at least Takeuchi Naoko hasn't said we can't play.
Fatherhood, the trial period
The baby crawled over the floor, heading for the small step down that led to the front door. Biting back his sigh of annoyance, Mamoru almost wished Usagi was still there. She was at least another set of eyes. He deftly ignored any other reason for her to be there that tried to come to mind. Scooping up the small bundle of joy, he placed him back across the room.
'Toys... there had to be some toys in this bag that they sent with me.' Rummaging through it, he tried to keep a wary eye on Manami. 'Not one thing.' He pushed the last stack of diapers over, and noticed the edge of something that was plastic. Pulling it out, he shook the rattle. Manami looked at the man that was taking care of him. Noticing that he had the little boys attention, he held the rattle out to him. "Do you want to play with it?"
Manami took the rattle and shook it for a moment, looked at it, and then dropped it onto the floor. Looking about the sparse apartment, he tried to find something else to play with.
With a small sigh, Mamoru dropped the rattle back into the bag. 'Is being a father really this hard? Surely not. I mean, if this was his own house, he would have all his toys to play with.' Looking about for something, anything, that the baby could safely play with, Mamoru promised himself he would purchase a few toys in the morning. He was not going to go through this for another two days.
Manami found something before Mamoru could. Crawling across the floor, he plopped at Mamoru's feet and began emptying the bag.
Mamoru grabbed the formula before the baby could open the can and start dumping it onto the floor. As he walked it to the kitchen he worried what would be next. By time he was out of the kitchen, Manami had the diapers scattered everywhere, and was playing in the wipe box. Wipes were in little piles on either side of the baby.
Stooping down he looked at Manami in the eye. "Don't play with these. They are not a toy." Mamoru hoped that the little boy would understand him as well as Usagi said that he understood Manami. Picking up the wipes, he stuffed them back into their box amid the snuffles of an upset child. The screams came when he placed the box up high, and set the diapers next to it.
Looking at the screaming child, he wondered what to do next. There wasn't a single toy in sight. Scooping up the tiny screaming bundle, he plopped onto his bed and hefted the little boy over his head while making funny faces at him. The screaming stopped and the giggling began. The longer he did this, Mamoru realized that he wouldn't need to use the arm weights at the gym next time.
'This is no time to be thinking about that, I've got to find some sort of toy besides me.' As he cudgeled his brain, he noticed that Manami was starting to look sleepy. He changed the swinging to rocking. He watched as Manami cuddled into him as he drifted off to sleep. 'Fatherhood has its benefits, too. Watching your tired happy child drift off to a comfortable sleep, trusting you to keep it safe.' Carefully setting Manami on to the thick pallet the Usagi had made for him earlier, Mamoru knew that this lull was not going to last. Manami was going to want some sort of toy when he woke up. Laying back on his bed, he stared up at the ceiling trying to think of something. He knew it was going to be a long night.
Part II- A distraction needed