Pumpkin
A/N: This is a continuation from Give Me The Greatest Peace I've Ever Known, featuring Jaime, Jean-Eric and their son Alex, and is a response to this prompt. (Everything in italics is either Spanish/French, depending on who's speaking, if it isn't clear in the text.)
“You’re a pumpkin.” Jaime informs Alex, grinning down at the baby laid out on his bed, with Jaime laid on his front, elbows propped either side of his son and keeping his weight off him. Alex is staring up at him, fascinated by his voice, hand reaching up for him. Jaime’s playing with his tiny fingers, kissing them and laughing as Alex giggles, smiling at each other. Indeed, Alex is dressed up in a pumpkin baby gro, because it’s Halloween and Jaime couldn’t resist, not when confronted with a tiny adorable onesie, in fact, it’s baby clothes. He has no self restraint at all when it comes to his son.
“What have you done to him?” Jean-Eric asks, wanders into the bedroom room in a towel, drying his hair with another. “We’re not even going anywhere.”
“And? We could go demand Dan gives us the chocolate I know he keeps in his suitcase.” Jaime suggests, rolls over and watches as Jean-Eric picks up Alex, cradles him close, the baby patting Jean-Eric’s shoulder and putting his thumb in his mouth, cuddles up to him. Alex has always loved skin-to-skin contact, at one point, it had been the only way of getting him to stop crying, even if now, he’s wearing the baby gro. It’s actually quite cold in the hotel room, air conditioning on and neither of them can figure out the unit, and anyway, it’s nice to be cold even if they’ll regret it at the track. “It’s still his first Halloween.”
“You just couldn’t resist buying the outfit.” Jean-Eric laughs, leaning over to kiss Jaime. “Oh, Alex. What are we going to do with him, eh?” He asks, watches as Alex reacts to his voice. It doesn’t even matter what language - be it English, Spanish or French - Alex loves their voices, tends to drop everything he’s doing (usually, either sucking his thumb/fingers, or chewing at a toy) to listen to them talk to him.
“You’re going to take a picture of us, because he looks cute, and you know it.” Jaime says, sits up dressed in his own pumpkin-themed t-shirt and pyjama pants. Jean-Eric sighs, looks down at Alex.
“Your father’s crazy.” He says in French, laughs when Jaime frowns, picking up most of the meaning of what he says. “Jaime, why are you in your pyjamas?”
“Because they have pumpkins too!” Jaime protests. “Look, you can wear a togo!” He grins, drapes the towel Jean-Eric had been using to dry his hair over his shoulder, tucks in into the towel slung low around his hips.
“Oh, yes, a soggy Roman and a pumpkin.”
“My family.” Jaime says, leans up to kiss him. Alex flings a hand into Jaime’s hair and tugs. Jaime yelps, carefully detangles the tiny fingers. “Come on, let me tweet it.” He demands, shuffles them over to the mirror and takes the picture, tweets it and then laughs at the near-ridiculousness of it. They’re spending Halloween in a hotel room in Abu Dhabi, he has a son, and his boyfriend’s racing rather than him. Alex blinks up at him, eyes darkening already - they’re going to be Jean-Eric’s colour, that pretty dark brown - and babbles at him, says ‘da-da’. And even though they know it’s just him putting sounds together, it’s still completely makes his evening.
(Later, they do go demand Dan gives them his chocolate, even if Alex is too young to eat it, and Dan coos over Alex as always, and they bump into Felipe and his son too, cheekily knocking on Rob Smedley’s door, and it’s actually pretty fun. Even if Jean-Eric spends the entire evening wearing just two towels and praying they don‘t fall down. Sometimes, Jean-Eric wishes he had the ability to say no to Jaime, but then he loves him too much.)
“You’re a pumpkin.” Jaime informs Alex, grinning down at the baby laid out on his bed, with Jaime laid on his front, elbows propped either side of his son and keeping his weight off him. Alex is staring up at him, fascinated by his voice, hand reaching up for him. Jaime’s playing with his tiny fingers, kissing them and laughing as Alex giggles, smiling at each other. Indeed, Alex is dressed up in a pumpkin baby gro, because it’s Halloween and Jaime couldn’t resist, not when confronted with a tiny adorable onesie, in fact, it’s baby clothes. He has no self restraint at all when it comes to his son.
“What have you done to him?” Jean-Eric asks, wanders into the bedroom room in a towel, drying his hair with another. “We’re not even going anywhere.”
“And? We could go demand Dan gives us the chocolate I know he keeps in his suitcase.” Jaime suggests, rolls over and watches as Jean-Eric picks up Alex, cradles him close, the baby patting Jean-Eric’s shoulder and putting his thumb in his mouth, cuddles up to him. Alex has always loved skin-to-skin contact, at one point, it had been the only way of getting him to stop crying, even if now, he’s wearing the baby gro. It’s actually quite cold in the hotel room, air conditioning on and neither of them can figure out the unit, and anyway, it’s nice to be cold even if they’ll regret it at the track. “It’s still his first Halloween.”
“You just couldn’t resist buying the outfit.” Jean-Eric laughs, leaning over to kiss Jaime. “Oh, Alex. What are we going to do with him, eh?” He asks, watches as Alex reacts to his voice. It doesn’t even matter what language - be it English, Spanish or French - Alex loves their voices, tends to drop everything he’s doing (usually, either sucking his thumb/fingers, or chewing at a toy) to listen to them talk to him.
“You’re going to take a picture of us, because he looks cute, and you know it.” Jaime says, sits up dressed in his own pumpkin-themed t-shirt and pyjama pants. Jean-Eric sighs, looks down at Alex.
“Your father’s crazy.” He says in French, laughs when Jaime frowns, picking up most of the meaning of what he says. “Jaime, why are you in your pyjamas?”
“Because they have pumpkins too!” Jaime protests. “Look, you can wear a togo!” He grins, drapes the towel Jean-Eric had been using to dry his hair over his shoulder, tucks in into the towel slung low around his hips.
“Oh, yes, a soggy Roman and a pumpkin.”
“My family.” Jaime says, leans up to kiss him. Alex flings a hand into Jaime’s hair and tugs. Jaime yelps, carefully detangles the tiny fingers. “Come on, let me tweet it.” He demands, shuffles them over to the mirror and takes the picture, tweets it and then laughs at the near-ridiculousness of it. They’re spending Halloween in a hotel room in Abu Dhabi, he has a son, and his boyfriend’s racing rather than him. Alex blinks up at him, eyes darkening already - they’re going to be Jean-Eric’s colour, that pretty dark brown - and babbles at him, says ‘da-da’. And even though they know it’s just him putting sounds together, it’s still completely makes his evening.
(Later, they do go demand Dan gives them his chocolate, even if Alex is too young to eat it, and Dan coos over Alex as always, and they bump into Felipe and his son too, cheekily knocking on Rob Smedley’s door, and it’s actually pretty fun. Even if Jean-Eric spends the entire evening wearing just two towels and praying they don‘t fall down. Sometimes, Jean-Eric wishes he had the ability to say no to Jaime, but then he loves him too much.)