Anakin glanced down at the baby in the stroller beside Rory, then at the seemingly endless line of cranky children in front of them, leading to a giant chair and a man in red. "Juliet is in far too good a mood to be here," he declared. "Look. The rest of them are screaming. We should go home ( Read more... )

Anakin was seated barefoot on the floor wearing only his undertunic and pants, his attention focused on the tiny baby on an equally tiny pink blanket laying between him and Rory.

"I know the pediatrician said that tummy time is important," he finally ventured, "but when Juliet can't lift her head yet, it just seems a little...mean."

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Rory and Juliet had been released from the hospital today (and the ridiculous plastic bands to make sure no one was going to steal their daughter had been left behind. Anakin was still annoyed that those existed), and the afternoon had been a bustle of getting Lorelai settled on the sofa, the baby settled in her room, and getting Rory to nap at all ( Read more... )

After a long few hours in the flight simulator (where he hadn't killed John Sheppard (yet)), Anakin put Juliet down for a nap and smiled down at the solemn little boy who had accompanied them home.

"Should we call your mother?" he suggested.


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There had been playtime, and naptime, and dinnertime, and bath time.

And now it was bedtime.

...or at least Anakin thought so. Juliet, it seemed, had other plans.

Anakin hadn't been about to subject Rory to prom, but he'd stuck close to the island just in case the decorations had decided to come alive during the dance or something.

What? It was Fandom. That wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

He was up in his room, packing hastily and hoping to get up to Connecticut by noon.

( Someone small had other ideas. )