Disclaimer: I do not own Sanctuary or its characters. Don't you just love these disclaimers!

A/N: These will be little snippets of John Druitt performing his fatherly duties with Ashley and his husbandly role with Helen. Also, this is part of the WWDD Facing Fatherhood Collaboration.

Stories made for WWDD Facing Fatherhood in chronological (Ashley's age) order:

Facing Fatherhood: Taking care by Sonea27

Facing Fatherhood: Baby in the Bathwater by Entrenched

Facing Fatherhood: Bedtime Stories by Fell4

Facing Fatherhood: Five Hours in Ye Old London (Chapter 8) by cabinet of curiousities

Twist.

'Damn, it's too hot.'

Another twist.

'Now it's too cold.'

Twist again.

'Perfect! Bloody hell…there's too much.'

It had been two weeks since the birth of their lovely daughter Ashley Druitt. John had taken the day off to help Helen with the responsibilities of taking care of Ashley and to lessen his wife's stress. He had noticed her haggard looking appearance the last few days and had requested time off from the office. At the moment, their daughter was still breast feeding and so John had found himself quite useless during the night when Ashley needed to be fed. He tried coming home as early as was possible for him; however, aside from changing the diapers and relieving Ashley during her 'fussy time', John had found he was still relatively useless.

And so here he was. Trying to bathe his little girl and the water just would not cooperate with him. First it was too hot. Then it was too cold. Now there was just too much of it in the bathing basin. His first tentative steps into helping Helen with Ashley and it wouldn't do to scald the baby, or drown her.

Cradling his little angel snuggly in one arm, John tipped the basin slightly to decrease the water to the perfect level. Satisfied, he reached for the baby shampoo and poured what looked to be the correct amount into the water.

Helen had cautioned him earlier that he should remove the diaper at the last possible moment before placing her in the basin. With gentle care, he lifted his daughter over the perfect bath and removed the diaper.

The moment the cool air touched her bum, Ashley made a contribution to the body of liquid beneath her.

John paused, his daughter suspended over the basin, as he processed the situation with his usual aplomb. From what John could recall in secondary education chemistry, even the introduction of the traces amount of contaminant necessitated one to start again from the beginning. However, this was not a complex chemical experiment that required delicateness or precision. Surely such a tiny contribution to such a large body of water would do little to influence the overall mixture. And considering the addition of lavender scented baby shampoo, Ashley's little slip could hardly be considered a contaminant in the fragrant swirl of warmth.

John looked into the twin crystal blue eyes of his little angel and quirked a brow in question. Ashley's response was to stare directly into his eyes in return and yawn. Clearly she had no qualms or care about the situation.

Shrugging, he proceeded to lower his baby into the basin.

"Please tell me you aren't about to do what I think it is you are about to do?"

John's head whipped to the side and found Helen, arms crossed and infamous glare in place, standing at the threshold of the bathroom door.

He shook his head vigorously in denial of the accusation.

"Uh…no…of course not…?"

She arched a dark brow and gave him one of her scathing stares.

Dropping his head in capitulation, John pulled Ashley towards him and pressed her against his chest, "I'll draw a fresh bath."

He looked over his shoulder and noticed that Helen remained situated at the door, watching his every movement. He was rather offended that she would not take his word. Finally, he tipped the basin and watched as the water swirled down the drain of their sink.

When the last drops of liquid fell from the basin, he heard his wife's footsteps fade into their bedroom. Sighing in resignation at his fate, John re-commenced with preparing his daughter's bath.

Twist.

He dipped his hand into the water and winced.

'Damn…it's too hot.'

A/N: What do you guys think so far? I think most, if not all, fathers try to take the short-cut route. There's no way of escaping the critical eye of a mother!

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