All The Riches One Could Dream Future!Timestamp fic
Future fic Riches!verse timestamp that just would not leave me alone. I blame this completely on a conversation between me, my best friend and her dear monster child. :)
Also, for any readers who don't, for whatever reason, want to know the little one's name just yet...you may want to avoid this. Pretty sure that's the only thing that may be considered spoilery.
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Previous parts can be found here
"So what would you like to eat this morning, kid?" Jensen yawns as he puts the filter into the basket and fills it with his favorite Blue Hawaiian grounds. Ten minutes and he'll be that much closer to fully joining the human race, which is a good thing considering he's the sole parent awake right now. Normally, Jared is the one to make breakfast on Sunday morning. But since Jeff needed extra help covering the door last night thanks to a rowdy bachelor party, Jensen is on food duty at six-thirty sharp.
Had his bladder not woken him up crying to be emptied, he's pretty sure that Taran and Diesel would have. At the moment, both are completely engrossed in watching one of the many Backyardigans episodes that have been TiVo'd for Taran's viewing pleasure. He makes a mental note to talk to Jared about not being able to stand up to a two-and-a-half year old demanding to watch his Oddigans.
"How about pancakes and bacon? Does that sound yummy?"
"No want cake and bake, Daddy. Want min min toast." Jensen laughs softly and grabs two slices of bread to put in the toaster.
"Cinnamon toast coming right up." While the bread toasts, Jensen pulls out everything he'll need for a pancake breakfast. Taran may not want any, but Jensen's craving more than his normal bowl of Cheerios and he's fairly certain Jared will appreciate the gesture when he finally wakes up. The toaster dings at the same time as the coffee pot gives it's last brewing gurgle.
"You wanna help put the cinnamon on your toast, Taran?" Jensen hooks a foot around the nearest chair and pulls it closer to the counter. He hears six little feet hit the floor and make a beeline for the kitchen before he even gets an answer.
"Yeah!" Jensen can't help but smile as Taran runs into the kitchen with Diesel hot on his heels. The dog is more protective of Taran than he is of the adults living in the apartment, but Jensen wouldn't really have it any other way. Once Jensen has the toast buttered, he helps Taran up onto the chair and tries to keep him from spreading cinnamon and sugar all over the kitchen. He counts it as a win when he sees Diesel licking at just one spot on the floor instead of all along the cabinets.
O.O.O.O.O
It's already been a long morning, and Jeff would love nothing more than to head back to his place for some much deserved sleep. Instead, he's heading to the bar so he can pass the paperwork from last night's dust up off to Jensen. It's really nothing more than a few names to add to the permanently barred patrons list, but better to get it taken care of now when the bar is quiet and empty. At least, that's the plan. So, of all the things Jeff expects to see when he walks into the Dry Dock that morning, the last one would be his god son sitting at the bar with a cup in front of him.
"You know, I thought we had rules about underage people in the bar."
"Heff!" The stool swings in his direction and Jeff smiles at Taran's graham cracker smeared face.
"Where's your Dad, kid? He didn't leave you here by yourself, did he?"
"You really think I'd let him loose in my bar?" Jensen walks out of the kitchen, carton of milk in his hand.
"We're just down here so I could get some work done while Jared sleeps. Right little man?" Taran swivels side to side on the barstool, nodding his head and kicking his legs.
"Papa go night-nightsmore. Dizzy go night-nights more too."
"Well, what do you say you and I make your Daddy work while he's down here, huh? Next drink's on me, big guy. What do you want?" Taran's eyes get wide and he's fairly vibrating off the stoll in his excitement.
"Chocca milk, Heff! Ina shaker!" Jeff just barely supresses the urge to laugh at Taran's name for him and raps the polished wood with his fingers.
"Hey barkeep, you heard the man. Two chocolate milks...and make his a double." Jensen makes a show of pouring milk and chocolate syrup into one of the shakers, mixing it like a cocktail and then pouring it into a tumbler and sippy cup.
"Put out your hand, T, so he can slide it do to you." Taran does as he's told and laughs when, with a little help from Jeff, he catches the cup that Jensen sends skidding along the bartop.
"Ya know, if social services were to walk in right now, we'd all be going to jail," Jared says as he walks into the bar, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Taran drops his cup in favor of running over to Jared and trying to climb his legs. Jared lifts him up in one smooth motion, props the little boy on his hip and makes his way back behind the bar to claim a kiss from Jensen.
O.O.O.O.O
Jeff watches the domestic little scence with a smile on his face.
Of all the kids Jeff's hired since he bought the Dry Dock, Jensen is his favorite. He'd wandered through the door five summers ago and Jeff hasn't regretted offering him a bartending position since then. It's not just that Jensen is a good ole hard working Texas boy who respects his elders. He's got an amazing knack for knowing which events to host and which bands to sign up to bring in the biggest crowds. Jeff found out much later that he had such a good head for business since he'd actually gotten himself a business management degree. He promoted a blushing Jensen to manager that same day and things had been running smoothly for them since.
Truth be told, Jeff was afraid he was going to lose not only a great employee, but a friend as well when Jensen came to him with news of the pregnancy. Turns out hiring Jensen on brought him more than just a business partner: it brought him a little family that he never realized he wanted until now.
O.O.O.O.O
Also, for any readers who don't, for whatever reason, want to know the little one's name just yet...you may want to avoid this. Pretty sure that's the only thing that may be considered spoilery.
Casting for this verse
Previous parts can be found here
"So what would you like to eat this morning, kid?" Jensen yawns as he puts the filter into the basket and fills it with his favorite Blue Hawaiian grounds. Ten minutes and he'll be that much closer to fully joining the human race, which is a good thing considering he's the sole parent awake right now. Normally, Jared is the one to make breakfast on Sunday morning. But since Jeff needed extra help covering the door last night thanks to a rowdy bachelor party, Jensen is on food duty at six-thirty sharp.
Had his bladder not woken him up crying to be emptied, he's pretty sure that Taran and Diesel would have. At the moment, both are completely engrossed in watching one of the many Backyardigans episodes that have been TiVo'd for Taran's viewing pleasure. He makes a mental note to talk to Jared about not being able to stand up to a two-and-a-half year old demanding to watch his Oddigans.
"How about pancakes and bacon? Does that sound yummy?"
"No want cake and bake, Daddy. Want min min toast." Jensen laughs softly and grabs two slices of bread to put in the toaster.
"Cinnamon toast coming right up." While the bread toasts, Jensen pulls out everything he'll need for a pancake breakfast. Taran may not want any, but Jensen's craving more than his normal bowl of Cheerios and he's fairly certain Jared will appreciate the gesture when he finally wakes up. The toaster dings at the same time as the coffee pot gives it's last brewing gurgle.
"You wanna help put the cinnamon on your toast, Taran?" Jensen hooks a foot around the nearest chair and pulls it closer to the counter. He hears six little feet hit the floor and make a beeline for the kitchen before he even gets an answer.
"Yeah!" Jensen can't help but smile as Taran runs into the kitchen with Diesel hot on his heels. The dog is more protective of Taran than he is of the adults living in the apartment, but Jensen wouldn't really have it any other way. Once Jensen has the toast buttered, he helps Taran up onto the chair and tries to keep him from spreading cinnamon and sugar all over the kitchen. He counts it as a win when he sees Diesel licking at just one spot on the floor instead of all along the cabinets.
O.O.O.O.O
It's already been a long morning, and Jeff would love nothing more than to head back to his place for some much deserved sleep. Instead, he's heading to the bar so he can pass the paperwork from last night's dust up off to Jensen. It's really nothing more than a few names to add to the permanently barred patrons list, but better to get it taken care of now when the bar is quiet and empty. At least, that's the plan. So, of all the things Jeff expects to see when he walks into the Dry Dock that morning, the last one would be his god son sitting at the bar with a cup in front of him.
"You know, I thought we had rules about underage people in the bar."
"Heff!" The stool swings in his direction and Jeff smiles at Taran's graham cracker smeared face.
"Where's your Dad, kid? He didn't leave you here by yourself, did he?"
"You really think I'd let him loose in my bar?" Jensen walks out of the kitchen, carton of milk in his hand.
"We're just down here so I could get some work done while Jared sleeps. Right little man?" Taran swivels side to side on the barstool, nodding his head and kicking his legs.
"Papa go night-nightsmore. Dizzy go night-nights more too."
"Well, what do you say you and I make your Daddy work while he's down here, huh? Next drink's on me, big guy. What do you want?" Taran's eyes get wide and he's fairly vibrating off the stoll in his excitement.
"Chocca milk, Heff! Ina shaker!" Jeff just barely supresses the urge to laugh at Taran's name for him and raps the polished wood with his fingers.
"Hey barkeep, you heard the man. Two chocolate milks...and make his a double." Jensen makes a show of pouring milk and chocolate syrup into one of the shakers, mixing it like a cocktail and then pouring it into a tumbler and sippy cup.
"Put out your hand, T, so he can slide it do to you." Taran does as he's told and laughs when, with a little help from Jeff, he catches the cup that Jensen sends skidding along the bartop.
"Ya know, if social services were to walk in right now, we'd all be going to jail," Jared says as he walks into the bar, still trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Taran drops his cup in favor of running over to Jared and trying to climb his legs. Jared lifts him up in one smooth motion, props the little boy on his hip and makes his way back behind the bar to claim a kiss from Jensen.
O.O.O.O.O
Jeff watches the domestic little scence with a smile on his face.
Of all the kids Jeff's hired since he bought the Dry Dock, Jensen is his favorite. He'd wandered through the door five summers ago and Jeff hasn't regretted offering him a bartending position since then. It's not just that Jensen is a good ole hard working Texas boy who respects his elders. He's got an amazing knack for knowing which events to host and which bands to sign up to bring in the biggest crowds. Jeff found out much later that he had such a good head for business since he'd actually gotten himself a business management degree. He promoted a blushing Jensen to manager that same day and things had been running smoothly for them since.
Truth be told, Jeff was afraid he was going to lose not only a great employee, but a friend as well when Jensen came to him with news of the pregnancy. Turns out hiring Jensen on brought him more than just a business partner: it brought him a little family that he never realized he wanted until now.
O.O.O.O.O