Gilmore Girls fic: Golden Slumbers (1/1)
Title: Golden Slumbers
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.
A/N: For sendintheklowns. This isn’t much, but consider this a prelude to something better for your birthday :) Apologies, no beta!
A/N 2: This is set after other fics in the Redemptive Dean verse, specifically Pro/Con.
Summary: Rory and Dean have the perfect baby. Really.
-o-
“I’m never going to sleep,” Dean whispered.
Rory edged closer, sighing a little as she leaned her head against his arm. “I know,” she said. “I’m never going to sleep, either. I can’t even imagine sleeping. I mean, if we close our eyes, just think of what we’ll miss! First words, first giggles, first burps -- I mean, first vomit. I’ll take first vomit.”
Dean smiled, not looking at her but staring down at the well-swaddled bundle laid in the meticulously made-up crib. “First vomit,” he said. “It sounds great, doesn’t it?”
“It sounds perfect,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “It is perfect.”
“Well, he’s perfect,” Dean said, nodding down at the baby. “Our baby Lucas.”
Rory smiled fondly. “Well, he has to be perfect,” she said. “If you’re perfect and we’re perfect, then how could he be anything but perfect?”
“I know, right?” Dean asked. He shook his head, sounding awed. “He’s so perfect that I’m never going to sleep again.”
-o-
Dean groaned. “I’m never going to sleep.”
Rory rolled over and cried into her pillow. “How can someone so small make so much noise?”
“He’s not human,” Dean said. “He can’t be.”
“I think you’re right,” Rory agreed. “I mean, I’m not ruling out alien insemination.”
Dean looked at her, nose wrinkled. “You think you slept with an alien?”
“You tell me!” Rory said, voice hitching uncontrollably. “How else do you explain the fact that our son never sleeps?!”
“I don’t know!” Dean said.
“I don’t either!” Rory replied. “But someone needs to fix it!”
“Well, you’re the one who breastfeeds,” Dean pointed out.
“And you think my breasts have some magical ability to pacify an alien race?”
“If you think it’ll help, I’ll change his diaper,” Dean offered.
“If he’s an alien, then I don’t think he’ll care about a diaper!”
“Well he should!” Dean replied. “Diaper rash can’t be fun no matter what species you are!”
“And you know this why?” Rory asked. “Unless, you’re the alien.” Her eyes widened. “This is all your fault.”
Dean’s mouth dropped open. “You’re the one who made the pro/con list!”
“It’s your mutant DNA!” she said. “I should have known. You’ve always been too tall!”
“Not all aliens are tall!”
“So you are an alien!”
Dean groaned, flopping back miserably. The crying over the baby monitor picked up its intensity. “He’s still crying.”
Rory closed her eyes. “I haven’t had more than three hours of sleep at once in…” she trailed off.
Dean sat up, looking at her. “Rory?”
Rory’s only answer was a snore.
The crying picked up again.
Dean covered his face with a pillow. “I’m never going to sleep again.”
-o-
“I’m never going to sleep again,” Dean cooed, cradling the baby in his arms. Lucas fussed, his little face contorting in something like rage as Dean rocked him. “Between you and your mother -- I’ve got my hands full.”
Lucas whimpered, his cries tapering off. He smacked his lips greedily while Dean held up the bottle. It didn’t take much before the baby took it between his lips and started suckling eagerly.
Dean chuckles tiredly, holding the battle and keeping his son pressed close to his chest as he made his way to the chair. “You’re a lot like her, you know,” he said, settling down in the seat. “Smart, independent. You do things your own way. And I like that about you. About her.” He suppressed a yawn. “But it is exhausting.”
Lucas didn’t seem to hear him, still drinking frantically.
“My life certainly would be easier without you two,” he said with a sigh.
Lucas’ eyes started to flutter shut, his little body snuggling deeper against Dean’s chest.
Dean smiled. “But it wouldn’t be better,” he said. “I’m never sleeping again.”
He pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
-o-
Rory woke, feeling unusually rested.
Mostly because, well, she was rested. She was still tired, of course -- tired was a perpetual state for her -- but she felt...renewed.
Refreshed.
She blinked, looking over at the clock.
Her eyes widened. She’d slept for five hours.
Five hours!
In glee, she turned to the side to tell Dean of her feat.
But the bed was empty, the covers turned away, the pillow vacant.
Frowning, she got out of bed, pulling her robe on and shuffling into her house slippers. The baby monitor was silent but the hallway light was on. She padded quietly, curiously and with just a bit of concern, hesitating by Lucas’ door.
It was ajar, but the lights were off. She glanced in, heart stuttering when the bed was empty.
Then she looked at the chair. Dean was slumped back, mouth open as he slept, baby Lucas huddled close and sleeping in his arms.
“So,” she said smiling a little. “Looks like we were both wrong.”
Humming to herself, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gilmore Girls.
A/N: For sendintheklowns. This isn’t much, but consider this a prelude to something better for your birthday :) Apologies, no beta!
A/N 2: This is set after other fics in the Redemptive Dean verse, specifically Pro/Con.
Summary: Rory and Dean have the perfect baby. Really.
-o-
“I’m never going to sleep,” Dean whispered.
Rory edged closer, sighing a little as she leaned her head against his arm. “I know,” she said. “I’m never going to sleep, either. I can’t even imagine sleeping. I mean, if we close our eyes, just think of what we’ll miss! First words, first giggles, first burps -- I mean, first vomit. I’ll take first vomit.”
Dean smiled, not looking at her but staring down at the well-swaddled bundle laid in the meticulously made-up crib. “First vomit,” he said. “It sounds great, doesn’t it?”
“It sounds perfect,” she said, wrapping her arms around him. “It is perfect.”
“Well, he’s perfect,” Dean said, nodding down at the baby. “Our baby Lucas.”
Rory smiled fondly. “Well, he has to be perfect,” she said. “If you’re perfect and we’re perfect, then how could he be anything but perfect?”
“I know, right?” Dean asked. He shook his head, sounding awed. “He’s so perfect that I’m never going to sleep again.”
-o-
Dean groaned. “I’m never going to sleep.”
Rory rolled over and cried into her pillow. “How can someone so small make so much noise?”
“He’s not human,” Dean said. “He can’t be.”
“I think you’re right,” Rory agreed. “I mean, I’m not ruling out alien insemination.”
Dean looked at her, nose wrinkled. “You think you slept with an alien?”
“You tell me!” Rory said, voice hitching uncontrollably. “How else do you explain the fact that our son never sleeps?!”
“I don’t know!” Dean said.
“I don’t either!” Rory replied. “But someone needs to fix it!”
“Well, you’re the one who breastfeeds,” Dean pointed out.
“And you think my breasts have some magical ability to pacify an alien race?”
“If you think it’ll help, I’ll change his diaper,” Dean offered.
“If he’s an alien, then I don’t think he’ll care about a diaper!”
“Well he should!” Dean replied. “Diaper rash can’t be fun no matter what species you are!”
“And you know this why?” Rory asked. “Unless, you’re the alien.” Her eyes widened. “This is all your fault.”
Dean’s mouth dropped open. “You’re the one who made the pro/con list!”
“It’s your mutant DNA!” she said. “I should have known. You’ve always been too tall!”
“Not all aliens are tall!”
“So you are an alien!”
Dean groaned, flopping back miserably. The crying over the baby monitor picked up its intensity. “He’s still crying.”
Rory closed her eyes. “I haven’t had more than three hours of sleep at once in…” she trailed off.
Dean sat up, looking at her. “Rory?”
Rory’s only answer was a snore.
The crying picked up again.
Dean covered his face with a pillow. “I’m never going to sleep again.”
-o-
“I’m never going to sleep again,” Dean cooed, cradling the baby in his arms. Lucas fussed, his little face contorting in something like rage as Dean rocked him. “Between you and your mother -- I’ve got my hands full.”
Lucas whimpered, his cries tapering off. He smacked his lips greedily while Dean held up the bottle. It didn’t take much before the baby took it between his lips and started suckling eagerly.
Dean chuckles tiredly, holding the battle and keeping his son pressed close to his chest as he made his way to the chair. “You’re a lot like her, you know,” he said, settling down in the seat. “Smart, independent. You do things your own way. And I like that about you. About her.” He suppressed a yawn. “But it is exhausting.”
Lucas didn’t seem to hear him, still drinking frantically.
“My life certainly would be easier without you two,” he said with a sigh.
Lucas’ eyes started to flutter shut, his little body snuggling deeper against Dean’s chest.
Dean smiled. “But it wouldn’t be better,” he said. “I’m never sleeping again.”
He pressed a kiss to his son’s forehead.
“And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
-o-
Rory woke, feeling unusually rested.
Mostly because, well, she was rested. She was still tired, of course -- tired was a perpetual state for her -- but she felt...renewed.
Refreshed.
She blinked, looking over at the clock.
Her eyes widened. She’d slept for five hours.
Five hours!
In glee, she turned to the side to tell Dean of her feat.
But the bed was empty, the covers turned away, the pillow vacant.
Frowning, she got out of bed, pulling her robe on and shuffling into her house slippers. The baby monitor was silent but the hallway light was on. She padded quietly, curiously and with just a bit of concern, hesitating by Lucas’ door.
It was ajar, but the lights were off. She glanced in, heart stuttering when the bed was empty.
Then she looked at the chair. Dean was slumped back, mouth open as he slept, baby Lucas huddled close and sleeping in his arms.
“So,” she said smiling a little. “Looks like we were both wrong.”
Humming to herself, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.