Coming Home
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Janet and Victor Stein, Chase Stein
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's home from the hospital.
The day they released Janet Stein from the hospital, she took her son home and set him down in his crib.
Two hours later, her husband found her standing over him with an enchanted look on her face.
Victor stood nervously in the door, not sure where to look or where to stand. He’d never been good with kids, much less, babies. Sure, there was his mother’s approach(food goes in this end, diapers go on that, don’t confuse them or you’ll have a very unhappy baby), but that was hardly advice for dealing with a squalling infant.
When she noticed him, she didn’t turn around, just let him stand in the doorway for a while, before beckoning to him.
He hesitated. It was the gesture he had been dreading, and he’d never really been able to say no to Janet. When she waved her hand the second time, though, he crossed the room to join her.
"He looks just like you," he said after a long moment.
"Pft. He looks like you," she replied dismissively
Victor took a long look at her. She was glowing, eyes alight, delight obvious in every feature, from head to toe.
He was almost afraid to touch her.
Chase woke up then and started to cry. Her delighted look turned to one of uncertainty for a brief moment, then she scooped up the baby, expression turning to the same one she wore when they were working on something iffy.
It took a moment for her to discern the issue(hunger), and a few more to rectify it. She lifted her shirt and Victor looked away chivalrously; nevermind that he’d seen her breasts a thousand times before.
Janet remembered he was there and blushed upon seeing his eyes pointed heaven-ward.
"Please," she snapped uncomfortably. "You’ve seen me naked."
"Yes," Victor replied. "However, you did not have a baby attached to you at the time."
She glared at him. "And that changes things, how?"
He shook his head. He couldn’t think of anything good, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Anyway, he’s doing his impression of you. That counts," she commented, almost off-handedly.
Victor turned a shade of red a beet would have envied.
"What’s the matter, anyway? You were there the whole time in the hospital. I went into labor on the kitchen floor. You didn’t have a problem then."
He couldn’t find the words to explain to her how different babies made things. It was such an easy transition for her, it seemed. He just didn’t know what to do with himself.
"Victor," she said, covering herself and patting Chase’s back. "There’s nothing to be afraid of."
"I beg to differ."
Janet gave him a cockeyed look. "Take a long look, Mr. Stein. He’s tiny. Not even ten pounds on his tiny body. You could beat him in a boxing match, not that I recommend you try, and there’s no way he could out do you in the lab at this age, and there’s no way he’s going to make it into my bed for at least another year."
She held Chase out to him. He refrained from mentioning the two weeks she’d spent in the hospital after the fact, or the sixty hours of labor, or the fact that ten pounds of baby had almost cost him his wife.
Victor studied the baby, then looked into her eyes. She raised her eyebrows at him.
"My arms are getting tired," she pointed out. "Take him or he drops."
He wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. He didn’t want to find out. Ten pounds of baby spread out across the floor was not a pleasant thought, and his mental image of her face was even less so. So he took the baby from her and cradled his son on one arm.
She leaned against the other shoulder. He slipped an arm around her.
"I guess he is kinda cute," he admitted finally.
"Yeah," Janet teased. "And he looks just like you."
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Janet and Victor Stein, Chase Stein
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Janet's home from the hospital.
The day they released Janet Stein from the hospital, she took her son home and set him down in his crib.
Two hours later, her husband found her standing over him with an enchanted look on her face.
Victor stood nervously in the door, not sure where to look or where to stand. He’d never been good with kids, much less, babies. Sure, there was his mother’s approach(food goes in this end, diapers go on that, don’t confuse them or you’ll have a very unhappy baby), but that was hardly advice for dealing with a squalling infant.
When she noticed him, she didn’t turn around, just let him stand in the doorway for a while, before beckoning to him.
He hesitated. It was the gesture he had been dreading, and he’d never really been able to say no to Janet. When she waved her hand the second time, though, he crossed the room to join her.
"He looks just like you," he said after a long moment.
"Pft. He looks like you," she replied dismissively
Victor took a long look at her. She was glowing, eyes alight, delight obvious in every feature, from head to toe.
He was almost afraid to touch her.
Chase woke up then and started to cry. Her delighted look turned to one of uncertainty for a brief moment, then she scooped up the baby, expression turning to the same one she wore when they were working on something iffy.
It took a moment for her to discern the issue(hunger), and a few more to rectify it. She lifted her shirt and Victor looked away chivalrously; nevermind that he’d seen her breasts a thousand times before.
Janet remembered he was there and blushed upon seeing his eyes pointed heaven-ward.
"Please," she snapped uncomfortably. "You’ve seen me naked."
"Yes," Victor replied. "However, you did not have a baby attached to you at the time."
She glared at him. "And that changes things, how?"
He shook his head. He couldn’t think of anything good, so he kept his mouth shut.
"Anyway, he’s doing his impression of you. That counts," she commented, almost off-handedly.
Victor turned a shade of red a beet would have envied.
"What’s the matter, anyway? You were there the whole time in the hospital. I went into labor on the kitchen floor. You didn’t have a problem then."
He couldn’t find the words to explain to her how different babies made things. It was such an easy transition for her, it seemed. He just didn’t know what to do with himself.
"Victor," she said, covering herself and patting Chase’s back. "There’s nothing to be afraid of."
"I beg to differ."
Janet gave him a cockeyed look. "Take a long look, Mr. Stein. He’s tiny. Not even ten pounds on his tiny body. You could beat him in a boxing match, not that I recommend you try, and there’s no way he could out do you in the lab at this age, and there’s no way he’s going to make it into my bed for at least another year."
She held Chase out to him. He refrained from mentioning the two weeks she’d spent in the hospital after the fact, or the sixty hours of labor, or the fact that ten pounds of baby had almost cost him his wife.
Victor studied the baby, then looked into her eyes. She raised her eyebrows at him.
"My arms are getting tired," she pointed out. "Take him or he drops."
He wasn’t sure if she was serious or not. He didn’t want to find out. Ten pounds of baby spread out across the floor was not a pleasant thought, and his mental image of her face was even less so. So he took the baby from her and cradled his son on one arm.
She leaned against the other shoulder. He slipped an arm around her.
"I guess he is kinda cute," he admitted finally.
"Yeah," Janet teased. "And he looks just like you."