Title: Friendship is Magic
Title: Friendship is Magic
Author: carolion
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: G
Summary: Beth is really into this show, um, My Little Pony?
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. Nothing is true. This is all completely made up.
Author Notes: So I wrote some fic for aohatsu via text... And then I kept writing... and this happened. I guess you could call this timestamp number two for my Cowboy!Cook series. Timestamp number one is here.
Warnings: It is super duper fluffy you guys. Like, forgive me it is so fluffy.
Word Count: ~1700
Beth is totally into this show, um, My Little Pony? And like, also all of the toys and stuff, and she's completely obsessed with collecting all the little figurines and acting out certain episodes of the show with them. It doesn't make a lot of sense to David though, because hello! She has real ponies, and they live on a real ranch. But when Beth pleaded for a My Little Pony themed birthday party, David couldn't say no. And well, living on a ranch with real ponies and horses seemed like the perfect environment for that kind of party anyway.
"Pinkie Pie is my favorite," Beth says sleepily, resting her head on one arm of the couch as she twirls a pink pony in her hands.
David bent over the sink in the kitchen, smiles as he listens to her ramble, his hands ensconced in the soapy water as he cleans up the dishes from the party they had earlier. Beth's favorite color is pink, so he isn't exactly surprised by this revelation from her.
"Oh really?" he hears Cook say, probably in the living room with their daughter. "What about Fluttershy?"
Beth snorts derisively in a way that is far too reminiscent of Cook, especially for a seven year old girl.
"Flutteryshy is Daddy's favorite," she explains haughtily.
Cook laughs. "I think you're mixing up 'favorite' with 'most similar to', babygirl."
David rolls his eyes. Which one is Fluttershy? The yellow one with the funny voice?
"Well my favorite is Rainbow Dash," Cook says, and David hears a peal of laughter of Beth - the unmistakable sound of a merciless tickle attack, if David knows Cook well enough (and he totally does, because he used to be, and sometimes still is, the victim of those tickle attacks).
"Papa nooooo!" she shrieks, giggling.
David shuts the water off and dries his hands, walking a few feet to peer into the living room at his husband and daughter.
"Don't wind her up," he warns Cook. "It'll be bedtime soon. It's been a long day."
A long, pony-filled day. There's nothing like a dozen second graders running around on stick-horses, shrieking and inhaling My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic themed cupcakes all day to wear a guy out.
Cook looks up at him and smiles, wide and joyful, and David's heart flutters stupidly despite waking up to the smile nearly every day.
"Sorry," Cook says, eyes bright, though he doesn't sound very apologetic at all to David.
Bethany squirms beneath her dad, panting with exertion. "Let me up!" she demands, only the faintest hint of a whine in her voice. "Daddy says!"
Cook smiles down at her, still pinning her effortlessly. Well, obviously - Cook is like, an adult and Beth is still tiny and little, even if she does fight dirty, David would be embarrassed for Cook if she ever managed to get the upper hand without him like, letting her.
"What do you think about Rainbow Dash?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.
Beth says dramatically. "She's okay," she says slowly, and then giggles as Cook runs his fingers along her ribs lightly in warning, the threat of another tickle attack looming above her.
"She's pretty cool!" Beth correct quickly, and immediately rolls out of Cook's grip when he loosens his hold. She runs directly to David, wrapping her arms around his legs and burying her face in the material of his pants.
"Bath time?" he asks her gently, putting one hand on her head. Her blonde curls are streaked with cotton candy colored pink, and he still can't believe he let his husband and daughter talk him into dyeing her hair (albeit temporarily) for the party.
She nods into his leg and he wonders if he scrubs her head extra hard with shampoo if the dye will come out sooner...
"Do you want me or Papa to give you your bath?" he asks her, stroking her hair calmly.
She holds onto his legs tighter and moans "Daaaaddyyyyy," at him, and he knows she becoming less and less coherent as the inevitable sugar crash begins to kick in. David bends down and scoops her up, cradling his tired daughter against his chest.
"I guess that's one way to answer," he mutters against her hair. When he looks up, Cook is staring at them with a soft, fond smile on his face.
"I'll take the trash out," Cook reassures him, making a weird little shooing motion with his hands. "Go take care of the birthday girl."
--
After bathing Beth and getting her into her pajamas and into bed, she's practically asleep. Still, she demands a story from him, not one from a book, but one he makes up. He ends up telling a story about a paper crane who wants to be a real crane, but who has to find a magician without getting burned or crushed or having his wings torn off, and the whole thing becomes kind of complicated as he goes along, and when he looks down at her after explaining that the paper crane has to avoid rivers and rain or else he will dissolve from the water, Bethany is already fast asleep.
He smiles and tucks her arms back under her blanket, leaning over her bed to kiss her gently on the forehead before quietly backing out of her room. He automatically leaves the door open a crack just in case she needs one of them in the middle of the night, habit from when she was just a baby and he and Cook would rush to her room every time she cried. (Cook kept forgetting to turn the knob, and would practically smash his shoulder into the door every time, resulting in a lot of bruised shoulders and late-night cursing. So the 'open door' policy was enacted.)
David slips into in his own room and beelines for the bathroom to get ready for bed, waving a hand at Cook idly to acknowledge him, before decidedly ignoring him in favor of washing his face and brushing his teeth.
When he finally finishes and comes out of their bathroom, Cook has his glasses on and is reading a book in bed, thumbing casually through the pages. David climbs in without hesitation, curling up by his side.
"What are you reading?" he asks curiously.
Cook spares him a quick glance. "Is Beth in bed?" he asks distractedly, like it's a reflex, before answering David's question. "Oh, this book called Moloka'i, about the leper colony on the island of Moloka'i in Hawaii. It's pretty good - I'll lend it to you when I'm finished."
"Oh, cool," David murmurs absently, snuggling down a little more. He's kind of exhausted from the whole day - wrangling so many kids was stressful, and he had been kind of worried Beth wasn't going to have a good time despite all the careful planning, but it had all turned out all right.
"Yeah, she crashed. I didn't even get to finish my story about the crane," he says in response to Cook's first question, and then he yawns widely, his eyelids drooping.
"You sound like you're about to crash," Cook comments, and David can tell from the sound of his voice that he's smiling a little.
He just grunts in response and shuts his eyes all the way, blocking out the light of their bedside lamp. He doesn't have to try for very long, because Cook puts his book down and reaches over to switch the lamp off, scooting down until he is wrapped around David.
"So today wasn't a complete disaster," Cook breathes into his ear, squeezing him around the middle in a sort of horizontal hug.
"No, it turned out okay, didn't it? No one got hurt, or sick, and there was only, um, two tantrums I think, and Beth didn't even throw one of them." He really is pretty happy about that, because even after seven years, he still sort of flails when his daughter throws a fit. He's gotten better with dealing with them, but it always drains him, emotionally and physically, and he usually has to call Cook either after or while it's happening, just for the moral support.
Cook nods against his cheek, and then eases back a little, settling into their more normal sleeping positions beside each other. David assumes that they're going to sleep now, and he's prepared to zone out when suddenly Cook shifts beside him, propping his head up with his hand.
"Do you ever think of -- well," Cook seems to hesitate, and David opens his eyes and rolls over to face his husband. His face is shadowy and dark, but David can read the uncertainty there.
"What?" he asks softly, coaxing.
"Do you ever want another baby?"
David hadn't been expecting that. He freezes, and he can feel Cook reaching out for him, touching his hip lightly, comfortingly. He just -- adopting Beth had been such a big decision for them, and he'd been half-terrified (scratch that, completely terrified) for the first three months, and sometimes he still can't believe that this is his life, that he's married and happy and a dad, and he could never ask for more except...
Except here is Cook, asking him if he wants more.
David's tongue feels numb, and he's not sure what to say. Another baby? A sibling for Beth? Another kid to chase around and worry over, and put in time outs, and hold when they cry for their Papa, who sometimes goes on tour for months on end...
"I -- do you?" he ends up asking, sliding his hand down to hold Cook's hand tightly.
"Yeah," Cook answers without hesitation. David can see the flash of his shaky smile in the darkness. The grip on his hand tightens momentarily. "Yeah, I really do."
"Okay," David says to the darkness, barely even thinking about it. It feels right. Any doubt in his mind is completely erased by the blinding joy radiating from his husband's face, and he's tugged forward into a tight embrace, Cook's lips brushing over his forehead. He feels a rush of his own happiness, and suddenly has to bite his lip against the swamp of emotion.
Yes. Okay. Another baby, another member of the family, someone else to love and laugh with and teach and cry with and cuddle. He buries his face in Cook's neck and breathes in, thinking to himself, 'family'.
Author: carolion
Pairing: David Cook/David Archuleta
Rating: G
Summary: Beth is really into this show, um, My Little Pony?
Disclaimer: This is only for fun. Nothing is true. This is all completely made up.
Author Notes: So I wrote some fic for aohatsu via text... And then I kept writing... and this happened. I guess you could call this timestamp number two for my Cowboy!Cook series. Timestamp number one is here.
Warnings: It is super duper fluffy you guys. Like, forgive me it is so fluffy.
Word Count: ~1700
Beth is totally into this show, um, My Little Pony? And like, also all of the toys and stuff, and she's completely obsessed with collecting all the little figurines and acting out certain episodes of the show with them. It doesn't make a lot of sense to David though, because hello! She has real ponies, and they live on a real ranch. But when Beth pleaded for a My Little Pony themed birthday party, David couldn't say no. And well, living on a ranch with real ponies and horses seemed like the perfect environment for that kind of party anyway.
"Pinkie Pie is my favorite," Beth says sleepily, resting her head on one arm of the couch as she twirls a pink pony in her hands.
David bent over the sink in the kitchen, smiles as he listens to her ramble, his hands ensconced in the soapy water as he cleans up the dishes from the party they had earlier. Beth's favorite color is pink, so he isn't exactly surprised by this revelation from her.
"Oh really?" he hears Cook say, probably in the living room with their daughter. "What about Fluttershy?"
Beth snorts derisively in a way that is far too reminiscent of Cook, especially for a seven year old girl.
"Flutteryshy is Daddy's favorite," she explains haughtily.
Cook laughs. "I think you're mixing up 'favorite' with 'most similar to', babygirl."
David rolls his eyes. Which one is Fluttershy? The yellow one with the funny voice?
"Well my favorite is Rainbow Dash," Cook says, and David hears a peal of laughter of Beth - the unmistakable sound of a merciless tickle attack, if David knows Cook well enough (and he totally does, because he used to be, and sometimes still is, the victim of those tickle attacks).
"Papa nooooo!" she shrieks, giggling.
David shuts the water off and dries his hands, walking a few feet to peer into the living room at his husband and daughter.
"Don't wind her up," he warns Cook. "It'll be bedtime soon. It's been a long day."
A long, pony-filled day. There's nothing like a dozen second graders running around on stick-horses, shrieking and inhaling My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic themed cupcakes all day to wear a guy out.
Cook looks up at him and smiles, wide and joyful, and David's heart flutters stupidly despite waking up to the smile nearly every day.
"Sorry," Cook says, eyes bright, though he doesn't sound very apologetic at all to David.
Bethany squirms beneath her dad, panting with exertion. "Let me up!" she demands, only the faintest hint of a whine in her voice. "Daddy says!"
Cook smiles down at her, still pinning her effortlessly. Well, obviously - Cook is like, an adult and Beth is still tiny and little, even if she does fight dirty, David would be embarrassed for Cook if she ever managed to get the upper hand without him like, letting her.
"What do you think about Rainbow Dash?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.
Beth says dramatically. "She's okay," she says slowly, and then giggles as Cook runs his fingers along her ribs lightly in warning, the threat of another tickle attack looming above her.
"She's pretty cool!" Beth correct quickly, and immediately rolls out of Cook's grip when he loosens his hold. She runs directly to David, wrapping her arms around his legs and burying her face in the material of his pants.
"Bath time?" he asks her gently, putting one hand on her head. Her blonde curls are streaked with cotton candy colored pink, and he still can't believe he let his husband and daughter talk him into dyeing her hair (albeit temporarily) for the party.
She nods into his leg and he wonders if he scrubs her head extra hard with shampoo if the dye will come out sooner...
"Do you want me or Papa to give you your bath?" he asks her, stroking her hair calmly.
She holds onto his legs tighter and moans "Daaaaddyyyyy," at him, and he knows she becoming less and less coherent as the inevitable sugar crash begins to kick in. David bends down and scoops her up, cradling his tired daughter against his chest.
"I guess that's one way to answer," he mutters against her hair. When he looks up, Cook is staring at them with a soft, fond smile on his face.
"I'll take the trash out," Cook reassures him, making a weird little shooing motion with his hands. "Go take care of the birthday girl."
--
After bathing Beth and getting her into her pajamas and into bed, she's practically asleep. Still, she demands a story from him, not one from a book, but one he makes up. He ends up telling a story about a paper crane who wants to be a real crane, but who has to find a magician without getting burned or crushed or having his wings torn off, and the whole thing becomes kind of complicated as he goes along, and when he looks down at her after explaining that the paper crane has to avoid rivers and rain or else he will dissolve from the water, Bethany is already fast asleep.
He smiles and tucks her arms back under her blanket, leaning over her bed to kiss her gently on the forehead before quietly backing out of her room. He automatically leaves the door open a crack just in case she needs one of them in the middle of the night, habit from when she was just a baby and he and Cook would rush to her room every time she cried. (Cook kept forgetting to turn the knob, and would practically smash his shoulder into the door every time, resulting in a lot of bruised shoulders and late-night cursing. So the 'open door' policy was enacted.)
David slips into in his own room and beelines for the bathroom to get ready for bed, waving a hand at Cook idly to acknowledge him, before decidedly ignoring him in favor of washing his face and brushing his teeth.
When he finally finishes and comes out of their bathroom, Cook has his glasses on and is reading a book in bed, thumbing casually through the pages. David climbs in without hesitation, curling up by his side.
"What are you reading?" he asks curiously.
Cook spares him a quick glance. "Is Beth in bed?" he asks distractedly, like it's a reflex, before answering David's question. "Oh, this book called Moloka'i, about the leper colony on the island of Moloka'i in Hawaii. It's pretty good - I'll lend it to you when I'm finished."
"Oh, cool," David murmurs absently, snuggling down a little more. He's kind of exhausted from the whole day - wrangling so many kids was stressful, and he had been kind of worried Beth wasn't going to have a good time despite all the careful planning, but it had all turned out all right.
"Yeah, she crashed. I didn't even get to finish my story about the crane," he says in response to Cook's first question, and then he yawns widely, his eyelids drooping.
"You sound like you're about to crash," Cook comments, and David can tell from the sound of his voice that he's smiling a little.
He just grunts in response and shuts his eyes all the way, blocking out the light of their bedside lamp. He doesn't have to try for very long, because Cook puts his book down and reaches over to switch the lamp off, scooting down until he is wrapped around David.
"So today wasn't a complete disaster," Cook breathes into his ear, squeezing him around the middle in a sort of horizontal hug.
"No, it turned out okay, didn't it? No one got hurt, or sick, and there was only, um, two tantrums I think, and Beth didn't even throw one of them." He really is pretty happy about that, because even after seven years, he still sort of flails when his daughter throws a fit. He's gotten better with dealing with them, but it always drains him, emotionally and physically, and he usually has to call Cook either after or while it's happening, just for the moral support.
Cook nods against his cheek, and then eases back a little, settling into their more normal sleeping positions beside each other. David assumes that they're going to sleep now, and he's prepared to zone out when suddenly Cook shifts beside him, propping his head up with his hand.
"Do you ever think of -- well," Cook seems to hesitate, and David opens his eyes and rolls over to face his husband. His face is shadowy and dark, but David can read the uncertainty there.
"What?" he asks softly, coaxing.
"Do you ever want another baby?"
David hadn't been expecting that. He freezes, and he can feel Cook reaching out for him, touching his hip lightly, comfortingly. He just -- adopting Beth had been such a big decision for them, and he'd been half-terrified (scratch that, completely terrified) for the first three months, and sometimes he still can't believe that this is his life, that he's married and happy and a dad, and he could never ask for more except...
Except here is Cook, asking him if he wants more.
David's tongue feels numb, and he's not sure what to say. Another baby? A sibling for Beth? Another kid to chase around and worry over, and put in time outs, and hold when they cry for their Papa, who sometimes goes on tour for months on end...
"I -- do you?" he ends up asking, sliding his hand down to hold Cook's hand tightly.
"Yeah," Cook answers without hesitation. David can see the flash of his shaky smile in the darkness. The grip on his hand tightens momentarily. "Yeah, I really do."
"Okay," David says to the darkness, barely even thinking about it. It feels right. Any doubt in his mind is completely erased by the blinding joy radiating from his husband's face, and he's tugged forward into a tight embrace, Cook's lips brushing over his forehead. He feels a rush of his own happiness, and suddenly has to bite his lip against the swamp of emotion.
Yes. Okay. Another baby, another member of the family, someone else to love and laugh with and teach and cry with and cuddle. He buries his face in Cook's neck and breathes in, thinking to himself, 'family'.