Hurricane Bella
Title: Hurricane Bella
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Genre: Domestic fic w/baby
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Beta: None.
Authors note: Viva la Casa McShep!! And no, I didn't think about Twilight as I was writing this. I just like the thought of John calling his daughter all sorts of cute names.
I do not own these Stargate:Atlantis characters and am seeking no profit from their use.
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John Sheppard was greeted with a happy shriek when he came in the door. He liked that.
“Hi, sweetie,” he laughed softly, picking up his fuzzy-haired little daughter as she power-crawled across the kitchen floor. “Hi, hi.”
“Ba-ba ba ba ba ba!!” Bella babbled and launched herself at her father’s nose, which she gummed with enthusiasm.
“So, had a snack lately?” John asked conversationally. Unsquinching his face and detaching Bella from his nose, he looked over at Rodney, who had greeted John’s arrival with a face plant into the kitchen table. There were toys and papers and tiny little socks everywhere.
“Hi honey, rough day?”
“I hate you,” Rodney mumbled, voice muffled by the stack of Bella's laundry he had been folding.
“That bad, huh?” He ambled over to Rodney’s side and rubbed between his shoulder blades. Bella, meanwhile, was trying to detach his left ear. He jerked his head to the side. “Sweetie, Daddy needs that to hold up his sunglasses.”
“Baa-baa baa BAAAAA!” Bella shrieked, shrilly enough to make John’s eyes water. Or maybe it was the way she was beating her little hands against his head and face.
“Okay, Belly-girl is a high-chair baby now,” John said firmly, tucking her into it and locking the tray in place. She did the super-sonic thing again, transferring her happy beating to the plastic surface.
“Bella, I’m thinking maybe we should buy you some drums,” John said cheerfully as he sauntered over to the cabinets. “I think we’re holding back your musical development.”
His answer was a long, low moan from the table and an enthusiastic shriek from the baby peanut gallery. John glanced at the clock, at Rodney, and while he was getting some cheerios out, grabbed the tin of coffee beans. After giving Bella some snacks to pulverize and massage into her hair, he ground coffee for Rodney.
The tenor of Rodney’s moans changed to grateful and John smiled.
Rodney didn’t sit up until the mug scraped against the surface of the table. When he did, he brushed a ruffly, mint-green sock off his cheek and reached for the coffee with both hands. After a good, long, gulp, he looked up at John with big tragic eyes.
“You went away and were gone for a long, long time,” he mourned.
"Sorry, buddy."
"Or you have portable time dilation field, which honestly, we should be using for sleep or what was that thing we used to not fall asleep during? Oh, yeah. Sex."
“I pick both," John said with the fervor of the deprived. "She's full of beans this afternoon, huh?”
“Another cognitive spurt, I think. She’s like a little crawling hurricane. Nothing is safe.” He shuddered and took another swig of his coffee while John rubbed little circles on his upper back.
“Is that why every toy she owns is in the kitchen?”
Rodney nodded. “The, the shelves? And the pulling at them, some of those books are like her body weight so we have to rework those, because," he made shaky hand gesture, "squish. And and and, these,” he gestured to the baby-locked kitchen cabinets, “you know. Thingy.”
“Aw, buddy,” John said, trying hard not to laugh. He wasn’t sure if he could keep it off his face, so he bent to kiss Rodney’s forehead. After, he smacked his lips. “Hmm,” he said speculatively, “applesauce.” He gave Rodney’s forehead a lick.
Rodney shied away briefly, “OhmyGodthatisdisgusting,” he said in one breath and then, after a thoughtful moment, inclined his head toward John, face blandly innocent as he sipped his coffee. John obliged, giving his forehead a liquid, tongue-swirling kiss, then tilted Rodney’s chin up for a long, lingering smooch.
“Mmm, second-hand caffeine,” he murmured against Rodney’s finally smiling mouth. Just as Rodney was leaning in for another kiss, they were hit with a scattershot of Cheerios.
“BAA BAA BAAAAA!” Bella shrieked, not wanting to be left out.
“Inside voice, Bella,” Rodney said firmly.
“BAA ba BAA BAA BAAA,” Bella disagreed. They turned to look at their daughter.
“Inside voice,” Rodney tried again, whispering.
“baa baa baa,” Bella replied, eyes big and round and as blue as Rodney’s.
“That’s our girl,” John whispered.
”baa baa baa!, she breathed.
“Our beautiful, good girl,” Rodney added, pushing a few Cheerios her way, “who doesn’t chew on Papa's brilliant hypothesis.”
Bella laughed and threw back her head, “BAA BAA BAAAAAAAAAAA!!” she shrieked. John and Rodney cringed as one.
“So, earplugs?” Rodney said, airily.
“Want me to go to the store?” John started to straighten up, but Rodney’s hand closed over his wrist in an iron grip.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying here with Hurricane Bella.”
“But you have applesauce in your hair.” Rodney’s grip on John did not loosen, but in fact, got a little more desperate. John kissed his forehead again and leaned his cheek against a non-applesauced bit of Rodney's hair.
”baa baa baa," Bella murmured contentedly, whispering to her snack before she shoved a fistful into into her mouth.
“Oooh, hey,” John said, encouraged.
“BAA BAA BAA BAA BAA!” This time, Bella beat her snack into submission before licking her fist free of crumbs.
“Okay, that? All you. She just wishes she had C4.”
“I dunno, Rodney,” John said, hunkering down to watch their daughter. “I’ve seen you when your computer locks up.”
Bella offered her daddies a fistful of pulverized oats and essential vitamins.
“Oh, that flirting is all you,” Rodney whispered, nudging John with his elbow.
“Naw, that’s your smile,” John whispered back.
“But the goofy wanna-see-how-gross-this-is charm? All you.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“It’s a good thing she’s cute,” Rodney said with not a bit of his usual sting. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, he added, looping an arm around John’s shoulders.
Snorting, John leaned against Rodney’s side. “Don’t I know it.”
~~~
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Genre: Domestic fic w/baby
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Beta: None.
Authors note: Viva la Casa McShep!! And no, I didn't think about Twilight as I was writing this. I just like the thought of John calling his daughter all sorts of cute names.
I do not own these Stargate:Atlantis characters and am seeking no profit from their use.
~~~~~
John Sheppard was greeted with a happy shriek when he came in the door. He liked that.
“Hi, sweetie,” he laughed softly, picking up his fuzzy-haired little daughter as she power-crawled across the kitchen floor. “Hi, hi.”
“Ba-ba ba ba ba ba!!” Bella babbled and launched herself at her father’s nose, which she gummed with enthusiasm.
“So, had a snack lately?” John asked conversationally. Unsquinching his face and detaching Bella from his nose, he looked over at Rodney, who had greeted John’s arrival with a face plant into the kitchen table. There were toys and papers and tiny little socks everywhere.
“Hi honey, rough day?”
“I hate you,” Rodney mumbled, voice muffled by the stack of Bella's laundry he had been folding.
“That bad, huh?” He ambled over to Rodney’s side and rubbed between his shoulder blades. Bella, meanwhile, was trying to detach his left ear. He jerked his head to the side. “Sweetie, Daddy needs that to hold up his sunglasses.”
“Baa-baa baa BAAAAA!” Bella shrieked, shrilly enough to make John’s eyes water. Or maybe it was the way she was beating her little hands against his head and face.
“Okay, Belly-girl is a high-chair baby now,” John said firmly, tucking her into it and locking the tray in place. She did the super-sonic thing again, transferring her happy beating to the plastic surface.
“Bella, I’m thinking maybe we should buy you some drums,” John said cheerfully as he sauntered over to the cabinets. “I think we’re holding back your musical development.”
His answer was a long, low moan from the table and an enthusiastic shriek from the baby peanut gallery. John glanced at the clock, at Rodney, and while he was getting some cheerios out, grabbed the tin of coffee beans. After giving Bella some snacks to pulverize and massage into her hair, he ground coffee for Rodney.
The tenor of Rodney’s moans changed to grateful and John smiled.
Rodney didn’t sit up until the mug scraped against the surface of the table. When he did, he brushed a ruffly, mint-green sock off his cheek and reached for the coffee with both hands. After a good, long, gulp, he looked up at John with big tragic eyes.
“You went away and were gone for a long, long time,” he mourned.
"Sorry, buddy."
"Or you have portable time dilation field, which honestly, we should be using for sleep or what was that thing we used to not fall asleep during? Oh, yeah. Sex."
“I pick both," John said with the fervor of the deprived. "She's full of beans this afternoon, huh?”
“Another cognitive spurt, I think. She’s like a little crawling hurricane. Nothing is safe.” He shuddered and took another swig of his coffee while John rubbed little circles on his upper back.
“Is that why every toy she owns is in the kitchen?”
Rodney nodded. “The, the shelves? And the pulling at them, some of those books are like her body weight so we have to rework those, because," he made shaky hand gesture, "squish. And and and, these,” he gestured to the baby-locked kitchen cabinets, “you know. Thingy.”
“Aw, buddy,” John said, trying hard not to laugh. He wasn’t sure if he could keep it off his face, so he bent to kiss Rodney’s forehead. After, he smacked his lips. “Hmm,” he said speculatively, “applesauce.” He gave Rodney’s forehead a lick.
Rodney shied away briefly, “OhmyGodthatisdisgusting,” he said in one breath and then, after a thoughtful moment, inclined his head toward John, face blandly innocent as he sipped his coffee. John obliged, giving his forehead a liquid, tongue-swirling kiss, then tilted Rodney’s chin up for a long, lingering smooch.
“Mmm, second-hand caffeine,” he murmured against Rodney’s finally smiling mouth. Just as Rodney was leaning in for another kiss, they were hit with a scattershot of Cheerios.
“BAA BAA BAAAAA!” Bella shrieked, not wanting to be left out.
“Inside voice, Bella,” Rodney said firmly.
“BAA ba BAA BAA BAAA,” Bella disagreed. They turned to look at their daughter.
“Inside voice,” Rodney tried again, whispering.
“baa baa baa,” Bella replied, eyes big and round and as blue as Rodney’s.
“That’s our girl,” John whispered.
”baa baa baa!, she breathed.
“Our beautiful, good girl,” Rodney added, pushing a few Cheerios her way, “who doesn’t chew on Papa's brilliant hypothesis.”
Bella laughed and threw back her head, “BAA BAA BAAAAAAAAAAA!!” she shrieked. John and Rodney cringed as one.
“So, earplugs?” Rodney said, airily.
“Want me to go to the store?” John started to straighten up, but Rodney’s hand closed over his wrist in an iron grip.
“Oh no you don’t. You’re staying here with Hurricane Bella.”
“But you have applesauce in your hair.” Rodney’s grip on John did not loosen, but in fact, got a little more desperate. John kissed his forehead again and leaned his cheek against a non-applesauced bit of Rodney's hair.
”baa baa baa," Bella murmured contentedly, whispering to her snack before she shoved a fistful into into her mouth.
“Oooh, hey,” John said, encouraged.
“BAA BAA BAA BAA BAA!” This time, Bella beat her snack into submission before licking her fist free of crumbs.
“Okay, that? All you. She just wishes she had C4.”
“I dunno, Rodney,” John said, hunkering down to watch their daughter. “I’ve seen you when your computer locks up.”
Bella offered her daddies a fistful of pulverized oats and essential vitamins.
“Oh, that flirting is all you,” Rodney whispered, nudging John with his elbow.
“Naw, that’s your smile,” John whispered back.
“But the goofy wanna-see-how-gross-this-is charm? All you.”
“Yeah. Probably.”
“It’s a good thing she’s cute,” Rodney said with not a bit of his usual sting. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, he added, looping an arm around John’s shoulders.
Snorting, John leaned against Rodney’s side. “Don’t I know it.”
~~~