Disclaimer: Not mine (obviously) and excessive swearing.

AN: Just a ficlet that randomly plopped onto my screen. Please enjoy!


"Oh fuck," Mark swore as his big toe connected with the coffee table. He automatically reached down for his foot and chanted, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

"Fuck!"

Mark froze, still balancing precariously on one foot. He waited a moment, hoping that he hadn't heard what he thought he just had, and then chanced a glance at Jack. With a raised eyebrow he asked softly, "What did you just say?"

"Fuck!"

Mark's eyes widened. "Oh fuck."

"Fuck!"

"No," Mark yelped and nearly fell forward on his face as he attempted to get to his son. "No Jack. Duck. Say duck."

"Fuck!" Jack giggled and clapped his hands together.

"Duck," Mark repeated slowly as he lowered himself onto his stomach to face off with the toddler. "Say duck, Jack."

"Fuck!" Jack wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue. "Fuck, fuck!"

"Yuck," Mark suggested. "Those carrots you eat are yucky. Right? Yuck!"

"Fuck!"

"Luck?" Mark said desperately. "Muck? Tuck?"

"Fuck." Jack grinned at his father. "Yu... Fuck!"

Mark frowned. "Jackson Mark Sloan, you don't say fuck."

"Fuck," Jack whispered softly, his blue eyes sparkling. "Daddy!"

"Good!" Mark reached out and pulled Jack to him. "Good boy Jack. Say daddy again. Say daddy."

"Fuck. Daddy." Jack's eyes widened, as did his grin. "Fuck Daddy!"

Mark groaned, cocked his head at Jack, and murmured, "When Mommy finds out about this, Daddy will be fucked."

Jack tapped Mark's nose and giggled. "Fuck Daddy."