Calm Down, Felipe's Baby
A/N: written for this prompt.
Felipe stirs in the middle of the night to find a weight on his legs, and himself pushed to the edge of the bed. Rob’s kicked out at him during his sleep - that would also account for the throbbing shin he has, and lifting his head to squint at the lump curled up on his legs reveals his son has clambered onto his bed and fallen into a restless sleep. It’s been a repeating episode over the past few months and Felipinho is refusing to tell them why. Rob’s sat up with him on occasions when he can’t sleep, and all they know is he’s been having nightmares. Felipinho has inherited their stubbornness combined, which makes him a tricky toddler to deal with sometimes, and Felipe’s been doing most of it at the moment, but he hasn‘t had success getting the truth from his son. Rob doesn’t move when Felipe sits up and wriggles out of bed, gathering Felipinho up in the throw for warmth and waiting for him to wake up. His son stirs nearly as soon as he’s moved and clings tightly to him. “What’s up buddy?” He asks in a quiet whispers, paces around the bedroom while watching Rob as well. His heavily pregnant husband is still asleep, despite the disturbance - and Felipe has a lot more sympathy for Rob in hindsight - he must have been horrible during his pregnancy with Felipinho. At least he didn’t have a toddler (a sulking one at that) when he was pregnant, nor was he working - Rob has taken to having a mid-afternoon nap as well, even at races.
“Bad dream.” Felipinho yawns, tightens his grip on Felipe’s t-shirt.
“You going to tell me what it was about? Please?” Felipe asks, pads over to gently rub at the small of Rob’s back when the older man starts stirring. It works - he drops back into deep sleep, face smoothing out from its half-frown.
“Baby.” Felipinho admits, evidently too tired to keep it to himself any longer.
“What about the baby?” Felipe asks, quietly. “Is it what the girl at nursery keeps saying, huh? That we’ll ignore you because of the baby?” Felipinho sniffles, and it’s all the answer Felipe needs. “Oh, baby.” He sighs, and begins the gentle reassurance, rubs Felipinho’s back, tells him that he’s their first baby, the baby isn’t going to replace him. He paces up and down, rescues Felipinho’s favourite teddy bear from his room and cuddles him. It takes little over forty minutes to calm Felipinho enough to persuade him to go back to sleep, even if it is in their bed rather than his own. Rob wakes up properly to go pee as Felipe prepares to get back into bed, hauling himself up to his (swollen) feet and waddling past the pair with a brief kiss both for Felipe and Felipinho, the young boy clinging to Rob when his father returns from his sojourn to the bathroom, Felipe offering a quick rundown of what’s occurred while he was asleep.
“We need to decorate the nursery soon.” Rob points out, stood by the bed with Felipinho somewhat awkwardly held over his bump, and winces as his back protests the extra weight.
“How come the baby gets a new room?” Felipinho demands, scowls. Rob carefully sits down, groaning as he does so. Felipe frowns in concern, still stood next to the bed.
“Because the baby won’t be here-” Rob pats his bump “-forever. You weren’t in your Papa’s tummy forever either. You needed a new room too.”
“I want a new room.” Felipinho demands, wriggling out of Rob’s hold on him, and crossing his arms. God, he looks so much like Felipe when he does that.
“What if we redecorated your room?” Felipe suggests, refolding the throw now Felipinho isn’t using it as a blanket.
“We could start tomorrow.” Rob suggests, looks up at Felipe and smiles tiredly, leaning over to rest his head against Felipe’s hip when the Brazilian moves closer to the bed. “You can help decorate, if you want.” Rob suggests, forces his eyes open again as they shut while Felipe pets his hair. “You could help choose for the baby as well.” He adds, yawns audibly. “Come on. Bed time for the not so small baby. And very definitely bed time for Daddy and very small baby.”
“I’m not a baby.” Felipinho protests, through a yawn.
“You’re still my baby.” Rob says, ruffles his son’s hair. “But you’re a very big baby. And this baby-” He pats his (huge) bump, gently moves Felipinho’s hand to where the baby’s kicking. “Is looking forward to meeting you. But you have to know that we won’t just stop loving you, OK? The baby needs us a lot of the time, but it means you get to spend more time with people like Bruno and Karun, or Fernando.” And here, Rob breaks off to mouth ‘Fernando is going nowhere near either of our children’ at Felipe, who shrugs, as if to say ‘well, you suggested it’. “And maybe even Rubens, if he’s not racing in Indycar.” Felipinho nods and yawns again. “And we’ll go get stuff for decorating your room tomorrow, yeah? And the baby’s room.”
“Yeah. My room first!” Felipinho demands, closes his eyes and cuddles up to the bump. To say he’s been pretty much ignoring it (and Rob sometimes) since he worked out/was told what it was, it’s an improvement. They should start bribing him with home improvements more often, Felipe ponders. Although maybe in a bit, as Rob’s been banned (pregnancy, and all that) from doing DIY, and Felipe is, quite frankly, shit at it.
“Do you think that Bruno and Karun would help decorate tomorrow?” Felipe asks, sat cross-legged on his side of the bed, once Felipinho’s asleep and Rob is once again curled over around his bump, propped up with pillows and with his son curled against him.
“If they really have nothing better to do. I suppose Bruno could do some techno stuff regarding the electronics. Karun might just mock him ceaselessly though, sunshine.” Rob murmurs, brushes soft strands of hair of Felipinho’s forehead. “And that can only end in trouble.”
“DC lives in this building. Dayton is friends with Felipinho.”
“What, so we’re supposed to decorate with two toddlers under our feet?” Rob asks, blinks up at him and smiles sleepily when Felipe leans over to kiss him, wriggling back under the duvet himself. “No way. One is plenty.”
“We will have two soon.”
“It can’t come soon enough, my back is killing me and the baby is enjoying target practise far too much.” Rob grumbles, but his eyes (or what Felipe can see of them, the room is dark) are smiling.
“And now you know how I felt, for sure!” Felipe laughs quietly, curls as close to Rob as he can manage with a fast asleep toddler between them as well as the bump.
“I know, sunshine. Trust me, I know.” Rob sighs. “Another month though.” He whispers into the darkness, Felipe already dozing and mostly asleep. “Calm down, Felipe’s baby.” He giggles at his bump, as the baby wriggles around for a bit, stretching out limbs in its cramped space. He or she might end up with his height rather than Felipe’s - Felipinho was a rather small baby. Rob follows Felipe and Felipinho into sleep while daydreaming of what their baby will look like. It’s a nice way to fall asleep, with one baby gradually settling inside him, and the other curled up asleep between him and his husband.