A/N: Parker is roughly six months old.
The first thing Jonah's eyes focused on, once Amy opened her front door, was her tired, half-lidded eyes. She was dressed in a stained pair of grey sweatpants and a long-sleeved blouse that he was pretty sure was inside-out. His bright smile softened with sympathy and affection as she leaned against the door jamb and sighed softly.
"I'm so glad you're here," Amy mumbled as she turned to let him pass her. Jonah couldn't resist a kiss to her cheek as he stepped inside.
"So I'm guessing that your morning has been off to a rough start," Jonah hedged as he removed his shoulder bag and jacket. He placed them on the edge of the couch in the living room and began to absent-mindlessly pick up the scattering of toys on and around the coffee-table.
Amy put both hands on the back of the couch and bent forward to stretch her back and legs. She hummed a sound of agreement as she twisted her limbs to feel her sore muscles.
Once Jonah placed his armful of collected baby toys into the corner tub, he crossed the room to Amy. He felt like his body was pulled by a gravitational force towards her, every step forward was effortless.
She straightened up as he approached behind her and leaned back against him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. One hand rested just below her breast as the other made a slow trek across the waistband of her sweats. His lips skimmed a light trail from the skin exposed by her shirt collar to just below her ear lobe. Amy's eyes closed as her hands found and covered his.
"Are we alone?" Jonah asked quietly against the skin behind her ear. The tips of his fingers began to dip below the front of her waistband and rub circles against the skin not covered by her underwear. Amy hummed a response. Jonah's other hand began to trail down her shirt to lift the hem when a sound came from the kitchen made him freeze.
Amy sighed. She picked up the hands under hers and lifted them from her body as she stepped away from him.
"If you haven't guessed already, Adam changed plans last minute and Parker is here this weekend." Amy kept one of Jonah's hands in hers as she walked them to her kitchen, the source of the earlier noise. "Emma is still on that school trip in Jefferson City so it's the three of us today. " They rounded the corner to find Parker smiling gleefully as he painted his high chair with an orange paste, a plastic bowl lay on its side on the floor, soft food splattered in all directions.
Immediately, Jonah smiled in amusement and Amy scowled in annoyance. She dropped his hand as she went to the counter for paper towels and a wet rag.
"Can you?" she asked Jonah as she held the paper towel roll out to him from across the kitchen table.
"Sure," he responded as he grabbed it from her outstretched hand. Amy turned to her son with the wet rag; she wiped his hands and face even as he wiggled to avoid the cold cloth. Jonah made quick work of the mess on the floor as Amy finished with the high chair. Amy quietly thanked him as she took the bowl and dirty towels from him and returned to the kitchen.
"Hey, Champ Jr. Didn't your mother ever teach you to not play with your food?" asked Jonah with amusement as he crouched next to Parker. The baby turned from watching his mother leave the room and made eye contact with him. Parker pointed a chubby little finger at him and slammed his little hands down on the high chair in agitation. Jonah smiled as he brought his hand up and let the baby grab a finger. Amy returned with a cloth over her shoulder.
"It's someone's N-A-P time," Amy said as she came to stand next to Parker. The baby dropped Jonah's finger and turned to his mother, his eyes getting wet and his little body twisting in the restraints.
Jonah looked up at Amy at her entrance, his brows furrowed at her words.
"Why did you spell the word? He can't possibly know the word yet. Right?" asked Jonah as he stood straight. He continued before Amy could open her mouth, "I mean, I don't know much about babies besides what's in that book you gave me but I know that dogs can be trained in a matter of weeks to understand basic commands by just vocal inflections and visual signals."
Amy crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Did you just compare my baby to a dog?" she asked rhetorically.
"NO. No, no, no," Jonah backpedaled quickly. He wrung his hands anxiously. "I'm sure Parker is quite intelligent. If he's anything like his mother," Jonah finished with an apologetic expression.
Amy's expression didn't change for a moment. Then she rolled her eyes, dropped her arms, and turned to the high chair. "Can you help me with this? The release is somewhere on your side. I'll take him upstairs and get him settled for a nap," said Amy. As soon as she finished speaking, Parker let out a cry and began to whine and struggle in earnest.
"Yeah, yeah, okay," nodded Jonah. He squatted down to see underneath the high chair tray. With a click, he released the device and moved it forward. Amy reached down and unlatched the buckle holding the squirming child. She lifted him into her arms and asked, "Do you want to wait for me on the couch? I'll be back down in a little bit."
"Sure," Jonah shrugged. Amy turned to leave with the upset baby. Jonah reached a hand up nervously to the nape of his neck as he watched her leave. He spun around and walked to the living room couch. Jonah opened his bag and pulled out a few DVDs. He held Winston Churchill: Greatest Moments in History, I Know What You Did Last Summer, and Insidious. Jonah shook his head as he set them on the coffee table. He pulled out a bottle of bum wine and a stuffed toy. Jonah took the wine into the kitchen and poured two glasses. He returned to the living room with them and took an embarrassingly long time to figure out which remote worked the television.
He checked his phone; it's been only ten minutes.
Jonah took a seat on the couch and scrolled through Twitter for a couple of minutes. He made a post with a link to a recent article about the living conditions in the Philippines; he tagged Mateo's protest group, even though he knew it was no longer active, because he wanted his 1,784 followers to know he still cared for the cause. Meanwhile, Jonah listened to Parker's unhappy whimpers and Amy's soft voice flow down the stairs.
After another ten minutes (and only twelve 'likes' and four 'retweets' on his post) Jonah stood and put his phone in his pocket. He grabbed the stuffed toy and quietly made his way upstairs.
He followed the voices to Parker's room. Jonah stopped at the door and watched Amy rock a much quieter Parker. The small room was mostly in order. What Amy managed to do with Adam's old "hobby" room never ceased to amaze him. The love and effort put into Parker's room would make a stranger think that he was a long-awaited addition to the family, when in fact Amy struggled to the last day of her pregnancy to find all the things she needed for him.
Amy looked up as Jonah walked into the room. He held the toy behind his back and whispered, "I bought him a little something so he won't miss his mom so much." Jonah brought the toy forward with a soft, "Bahdahbahdahbah," as he presented the round Minion. The corners of Amy's lips lifted and she snorted in amusement. She carefully stood up and slowly placed a sleeping Parker in his crib. She turned his baby monitor on and a lullaby music machine sitting on a shelf by his crib. Amy turned to Jonah with a tired smile; she grabbed his hand and led him from the room. She gently closed the door behind them and tugged him with her downstairs.
"Thank you, Jonah," she told him when they reached the main level. "I don't care much for those annoying, little, cartoon do-dads, but I guess being one with you wasn't so bad. We had fun making up words and acting like goof-balls instead of stocking toilet paper. So, really, just… thank you."
Jonah wasn't sure if he was being thanked for the toy or the day she mentioned but he smiled in response. He offered her the toy which she accepted.
"You wanna have sex?"
"Are you teasing me again?" countered Jonah.
"Bahdah bahdah," she answered with a one-shoulder shrug and coy smile.
Jonah's smile was bright as he brought his hands up and began to undo his plaid, button-down shirt and said, "If I knew you had a thing for Minions, I would wear this more often." He pushed his shirt aside to reveal a t-shirt underneath with the face of a Minion.
Amy couldn't hold back her laughter as Jonah put both of his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. Over the welcomed sound of Amy's mirth, Jonah said, "See? A Minion for Parker, a Minion for Amy."