"Yankees." A prompt for the abc fanfic challenge
Disclaimer: I don't own it. But I can dream...
This is a short prompt fic. It's so short that it shouldn't even qualify, but whatever. I'm just trying to get more of these written before school starts. Hope you enjoy it. :)
“You did not,” Meredith says in a tone that’s a mix between playful and exasperated. She picks their baby up out of the bathtub and accepts the towel Derek hands her.
“What?”
Meredith points to the Yankees costume in her Derek’s hand, then sets the five month old down on the changing table. “Of all the costumes in the store, you bought this one?” she asks in a giggle as she dries their baby off.
“It’s a Yankees costume,” Derek says, amused. “Even came with a baby-sized foam finger.”
She fastens a diaper around Matthew’s pudgy baby waist and reluctantly takes the blue and white outfit from her husband. “Sorry Daddy is making you wear this,” Meredith whispers loud enough for Derek to hear.
“What? It’s cute. And he loves it,” Derek smiles, running his fingers over the baby’s perfect dark curls, the ones he inherited from his father.
“I’m sure he does…” she says sarcastically. Meredith easily snaps the baby into his Halloween costume then kisses his forehead.
“He’s a Shepherd. Shepherds’ love the Yankees,” Derek rebuts, laughing when his son gives him a pouty look almost identical to the one Meredith gives him from time to time. “What’s that face for, Matt?”
“He wishes it was a Red Sox uniform,” Meredith says as she packs some diapers and bibs in Matt’s bag, along with the mini foam finger.
Derek scoops the baby up off the changing table. “I still can’t believe I married a Red Sox fan.”
“Bostonian at heart, Derek,” she replies. When she glances at her two favorite people and notices how happy they both look, Meredith smiles. Seeing her husband and son together always had that affect on her.
She runs her hand over her baby’s back and nuzzles her nose with his. “He does look really cute,” Meredith confesses.
Derek kisses her temple, savoring the feeling of his lips on her skin. “I think so.”
Matthew lets out a laugh and reaches for his mother. It always stunned her how her son knew who she was, sought the comfort of her arms, loved her and trusted her implicitly.
“Come here, peanut,” she whispers and Derek gently passes the baby over to her. Meredith wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “You ready to go trick-or-treating?”
Derek grabs the diaper bag off the rocking chair and nods. “We should probably go soon. It’s gonna take us a while to get to the old house.”
“That’s because we live in the middle of nowhere,” Meredith coos to their baby. “We need to drive back to where Mommy and Daddy used to live and go trick-or-treating there.”
“More candy for us,” Derek laughs. “Sorry, Matt. No candy until you have teeth to chew it with.”
Meredith kisses Matthew’s squishy cheek as he weaves her hair through his little fingers. “And Daddy doesn’t even eat it. Which means Mommy gets it all…”
“You’re not gonna share it with me?” Derek asks, helping Meredith strap their son into his car seat.
Meredith shakes her head. “You chose the Yankees costume. You lost your chance,” she teases him.
“We’ll buy him a Red Sox costume next Halloween,” Derek laughs as he picks up the car seat, while Meredith hoists the diaper bag over her shoulder.
She considers the trade off briefly then nods, smirking at her husband. “Deal.”
Short. Fluffy. And kinda pointless.
I have another prompt fic in the works; if I have some time to finish it, it should be posted by tomorrow. Thursday at the latest. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoyed this. :)
This is a short prompt fic. It's so short that it shouldn't even qualify, but whatever. I'm just trying to get more of these written before school starts. Hope you enjoy it. :)
“You did not,” Meredith says in a tone that’s a mix between playful and exasperated. She picks their baby up out of the bathtub and accepts the towel Derek hands her.
“What?”
Meredith points to the Yankees costume in her Derek’s hand, then sets the five month old down on the changing table. “Of all the costumes in the store, you bought this one?” she asks in a giggle as she dries their baby off.
“It’s a Yankees costume,” Derek says, amused. “Even came with a baby-sized foam finger.”
She fastens a diaper around Matthew’s pudgy baby waist and reluctantly takes the blue and white outfit from her husband. “Sorry Daddy is making you wear this,” Meredith whispers loud enough for Derek to hear.
“What? It’s cute. And he loves it,” Derek smiles, running his fingers over the baby’s perfect dark curls, the ones he inherited from his father.
“I’m sure he does…” she says sarcastically. Meredith easily snaps the baby into his Halloween costume then kisses his forehead.
“He’s a Shepherd. Shepherds’ love the Yankees,” Derek rebuts, laughing when his son gives him a pouty look almost identical to the one Meredith gives him from time to time. “What’s that face for, Matt?”
“He wishes it was a Red Sox uniform,” Meredith says as she packs some diapers and bibs in Matt’s bag, along with the mini foam finger.
Derek scoops the baby up off the changing table. “I still can’t believe I married a Red Sox fan.”
“Bostonian at heart, Derek,” she replies. When she glances at her two favorite people and notices how happy they both look, Meredith smiles. Seeing her husband and son together always had that affect on her.
She runs her hand over her baby’s back and nuzzles her nose with his. “He does look really cute,” Meredith confesses.
Derek kisses her temple, savoring the feeling of his lips on her skin. “I think so.”
Matthew lets out a laugh and reaches for his mother. It always stunned her how her son knew who she was, sought the comfort of her arms, loved her and trusted her implicitly.
“Come here, peanut,” she whispers and Derek gently passes the baby over to her. Meredith wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly. “You ready to go trick-or-treating?”
Derek grabs the diaper bag off the rocking chair and nods. “We should probably go soon. It’s gonna take us a while to get to the old house.”
“That’s because we live in the middle of nowhere,” Meredith coos to their baby. “We need to drive back to where Mommy and Daddy used to live and go trick-or-treating there.”
“More candy for us,” Derek laughs. “Sorry, Matt. No candy until you have teeth to chew it with.”
Meredith kisses Matthew’s squishy cheek as he weaves her hair through his little fingers. “And Daddy doesn’t even eat it. Which means Mommy gets it all…”
“You’re not gonna share it with me?” Derek asks, helping Meredith strap their son into his car seat.
Meredith shakes her head. “You chose the Yankees costume. You lost your chance,” she teases him.
“We’ll buy him a Red Sox costume next Halloween,” Derek laughs as he picks up the car seat, while Meredith hoists the diaper bag over her shoulder.
She considers the trade off briefly then nods, smirking at her husband. “Deal.”
Short. Fluffy. And kinda pointless.
I have another prompt fic in the works; if I have some time to finish it, it should be posted by tomorrow. Thursday at the latest. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoyed this. :)