A/N: I just found the best page ever on Tumblr: "Imagine your OTP". It basically gives you a bunch of prompts- some fluff, some angst, and everything in between- about your OTP. I decided to write a G/E ficlet for all my favorite prompts, and I decided to post them off Tumblr.
They're very short, being ficlets, so I may expand them some day.
Warnings will vary by chapter. Some may have non-con, violence, character death, and other sad things, but I will always put a note in the A/N of those chapters. No warnings apply for this chapter; it's just pure fluff. :)
Enjoy!
Prompt: Imagine your OTP watching their baby sleeping.
George wants to say something, looking down at the miracle lying in their nursery. He wants to say something beautiful about how much he loves Elliot, how lucky they are, how grateful he is to Elliot that despite not wanting any more kids, he let George have one- just one- so he could experience parenthood too.
The words won't form, though, and he's left just staring at her in adoration. She's small, but so strong. And she's beautiful.
He must have changed his mind a dozen times when he decided what to name her, because none of them sounded right for a baby so amazing as her. But finally, he settled on Elaine. It rolled off his tongue, and it just fit her so well.
He doesn't know how long he spends just watching her sucking her thumb, sleeping soundly, Elliot next to him and holding his hand as he watches too. Even when it grows late and he knows they should be going to sleep, that with a newborn they should be getting all the sleep they can get while they still can, he just can't tear himself away and he doesn't want to.
Only when she finally wakes up and starts crying, clearly hungry, do he and Elliot break away. Elliot goes to ready the formula, and George holds her, rocking her gently. "You're okay, little miss," he whispers against the top of her head. It's his own little nickname for her- even Elliot hasn't heard it yet.
Elliot comes back in with the bottle, and George sits down, wrapping Elaine in a blanket and cradling her in his arms. Elliot hands the bottle to him, and he slowly inserts it in her mouth. She's a little clumsy still, but soon she starts sucking the formula down.
George smiles, stroking her cheek, and then looks up at Elliot. Elliot's smiling back, and he murmurs, "She's my sixth baby, but it still manages to surprise me how amazing they are. I don't think I'll ever be used to that."
"Yeah," George says softly, looking down at Elaine. She looks back at him, still gulping the formula down. "I don't think I ever will, either."