Author: JazzyMcWier
Words: 198
Disclaimer: I wish, I wish. "Yeah, and if wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin steak." That was Jayne from Firefly/Serenity. Sorry for scarring all the readers who don't know of Jayne's tendencies.
"Father's Day" double drabble….close to one, anyways.
I reach for the baby—me, I remember wildly—and he grabs my arm.
"Don't touch the baby." He goes on to talk about a paradox being a bad thing with these creatures outside, but all I can feel is the heat pulsing into my arm. His hand, bigger than mine, rougher, encloses mine with a grip that's known ages.
I see images climb before, my head filling with pictures of what could ever be with us. The warmth and images fade as he takes his hand away from mine and I feel a chill.
"I can't do anything right, can I?" His eyes flash the danger I've seen pointed at others, but never at myself.
"Since you asked, no. So, don't. Touch. The baby." I rile, hating to be talked down to, or patronized for a mistake that I didn't think would affect everybody this way.
"I'm not stupid—"
"You coulda fooled me!" He sees the hurt and anger that I feel towards him and he apologizes. He puts his hand on my cheek—my cheek burns with that same warmth I felt earlier—and he pulls me into a hug.
I do care for him.