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Author: veiledndarkness
Title: Bathtime
Word Count: 617
Rating: PG
Summary: Bathtime is fun, if you're a baby.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine. They won't ever be.
Additional warning. Implied previous Mpreg here. It's not mentioned in the ficlet, but that's the background.
For niprhidel, just because you asked. Hope you like it!
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Jack came into the house, arms full of grocery bags. He struggled to get them onto the counter, slipping on a random spaghetti noodle on the floor. He shoved the bags, hanging onto the counter edge for dear life.
"What the..." he murmured, grabbing a paper towel and wiping the smashed noodle of the ground. He spotted a noodle, then another, almost a trail of them leading to the high chair off to the side of the kitchen table.
"Holy shit," he groaned, seeing the sheer amount of spaghetti that covered the highchair, splatters of sauce everywhere, messy orange handprints all over the once white seat.
Jack sighed and began cleaning it up, quickly and efficiently. He scrubbed the hardening noodles off, wiped up the orange hand prints and mopped the floor clean, no trace of the dinner disaster remaining.
He unpacked the groceries then, tilting his head at a sudden burst of sound above his head. Jack grinned as an idea occurred to him. He followed the noise upstairs, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest.
As he'd suspected Bobby was bathing Tyler, or attempting to actually. He covered his mouth with one hand, watching him.
"...c'mon now kiddo," Bobby said softly, scooping the warm water and running it over Tyler's arms, rinsing the sauce away. Tyler giggled loudly and splashed his hands down hard in the water, sending waves up the side of the tub.
Bobby ducked, sadly not in time. He tried to frown as water ran down his face, but Tyler's grin had him smiling again. "Little bugger," he chuckled, shaking his head, sending droplets everywhere.
Tyler babbled happily, squeezing his toy duck, and biting at its head. "Papauck!" he chortled, holding the duck up to Bobby's face.
"I see the duck," Bobby said, soaping up the washcloth. "Tyler's duck?" he said, lifting him to stand in the shallow water. Tyler nodded vigorously, squeezing the duck hard.
Bobby washed his legs and belly, sitting him down again. "What a good boy, hmm," he murmured softly. "Made a big mess at dinner, but that's ok kiddo."
Tyler giggled again, splashing harder, the water going everywhere. Bobby laughed and helped Tyler stand up, rinsing him clean. He pulled the plug and placed it on the ledge, reaching for the nearby towel.
Tyler grabbed the plug while Bobby turned his head and stuck it in his mouth, clomping down on it. Bobby turned back, towel in hand. "Ew, baby," he grimaced. "Don't chew that sweetheart."
Tyler took it out of his mouth, offering it to Bobby. "Papaea?" he said, smiling widely.
Bobby shook his head. "Sorry, kiddo, I gotta pass. I'm a on a low plug diet," he said dryly, wrapping the towel around Tyler and lifting him out of the tub.
Jack laughed quietly at that, coming into the bathroom. He kissed Bobby on the forehead and crouched down beside him. "There's my big boy," he said softly. Tyler bounced, babbling excitedly as he wrapped his arms around Jack's arm.
"Dadadada," he chanted while Jack lifted him, rubbing their noses together. Bobby dried the bathroom floor with the other towel, listening to Tyler babble.
Jack glanced at Bobby. "I see he soaked you," he said, grinning. Bobby nodded, pulling his wet t shirt off. "And then some," he muttered, wringing his shirt out.
"Thanks for bathing him," Jack said. Bobby shrugged with a small smile on his face.
"I kinda like doin' it," he said, smoothing some of Tyler's wet hair back from his forehead. "Even if I do get drenched in the process," he added.
Jack laughed again, hugging Bobby close to him, Tyler resting between them.
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Title: Bathtime
Word Count: 617
Rating: PG
Summary: Bathtime is fun, if you're a baby.
Warnings: Usual disclaimer. They aren't mine. They won't ever be.
Additional warning. Implied previous Mpreg here. It's not mentioned in the ficlet, but that's the background.
For niprhidel, just because you asked. Hope you like it!
*
Jack came into the house, arms full of grocery bags. He struggled to get them onto the counter, slipping on a random spaghetti noodle on the floor. He shoved the bags, hanging onto the counter edge for dear life.
"What the..." he murmured, grabbing a paper towel and wiping the smashed noodle of the ground. He spotted a noodle, then another, almost a trail of them leading to the high chair off to the side of the kitchen table.
"Holy shit," he groaned, seeing the sheer amount of spaghetti that covered the highchair, splatters of sauce everywhere, messy orange handprints all over the once white seat.
Jack sighed and began cleaning it up, quickly and efficiently. He scrubbed the hardening noodles off, wiped up the orange hand prints and mopped the floor clean, no trace of the dinner disaster remaining.
He unpacked the groceries then, tilting his head at a sudden burst of sound above his head. Jack grinned as an idea occurred to him. He followed the noise upstairs, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, his arms crossed over his chest.
As he'd suspected Bobby was bathing Tyler, or attempting to actually. He covered his mouth with one hand, watching him.
"...c'mon now kiddo," Bobby said softly, scooping the warm water and running it over Tyler's arms, rinsing the sauce away. Tyler giggled loudly and splashed his hands down hard in the water, sending waves up the side of the tub.
Bobby ducked, sadly not in time. He tried to frown as water ran down his face, but Tyler's grin had him smiling again. "Little bugger," he chuckled, shaking his head, sending droplets everywhere.
Tyler babbled happily, squeezing his toy duck, and biting at its head. "Papauck!" he chortled, holding the duck up to Bobby's face.
"I see the duck," Bobby said, soaping up the washcloth. "Tyler's duck?" he said, lifting him to stand in the shallow water. Tyler nodded vigorously, squeezing the duck hard.
Bobby washed his legs and belly, sitting him down again. "What a good boy, hmm," he murmured softly. "Made a big mess at dinner, but that's ok kiddo."
Tyler giggled again, splashing harder, the water going everywhere. Bobby laughed and helped Tyler stand up, rinsing him clean. He pulled the plug and placed it on the ledge, reaching for the nearby towel.
Tyler grabbed the plug while Bobby turned his head and stuck it in his mouth, clomping down on it. Bobby turned back, towel in hand. "Ew, baby," he grimaced. "Don't chew that sweetheart."
Tyler took it out of his mouth, offering it to Bobby. "Papaea?" he said, smiling widely.
Bobby shook his head. "Sorry, kiddo, I gotta pass. I'm a on a low plug diet," he said dryly, wrapping the towel around Tyler and lifting him out of the tub.
Jack laughed quietly at that, coming into the bathroom. He kissed Bobby on the forehead and crouched down beside him. "There's my big boy," he said softly. Tyler bounced, babbling excitedly as he wrapped his arms around Jack's arm.
"Dadadada," he chanted while Jack lifted him, rubbing their noses together. Bobby dried the bathroom floor with the other towel, listening to Tyler babble.
Jack glanced at Bobby. "I see he soaked you," he said, grinning. Bobby nodded, pulling his wet t shirt off. "And then some," he muttered, wringing his shirt out.
"Thanks for bathing him," Jack said. Bobby shrugged with a small smile on his face.
"I kinda like doin' it," he said, smoothing some of Tyler's wet hair back from his forehead. "Even if I do get drenched in the process," he added.
Jack laughed again, hugging Bobby close to him, Tyler resting between them.
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