The infant's first day home had been quite adventurous for the newly formed Flynn family. Rusty had brought some clothes to the hospital for the baby, Flynn had bought a new car seat and spent several hours attempting to install it properly in the back of a police cruiser, and Sharon had discovered the joys of breastfeeding...or lack thereof. Katherine Alice Flynn's first week home was going well.
Rusty sits on the bed, next to Sharon. He shields his eyes as the baby eats, "Are you sure you're even doing that right?"
"No one asked you to watch, you know." Sharon raises an eyebrow.
"I'm not watching. It's our room anyway." He still has his hand up to block her as he checks his cell phone, "Andy wants to know if you want him to pick up lunch." He pauses, "I thought that's what he went out for."
"It was, he probably forgot." She smirks, "Yes. I thought there was some Mexican food called in about," She checks her watch, "An hour ago. Tell him that."
Rusty nods, his fingers touching the screen, "How does she eat like that?"
"She's quite content...until I pick up a pump, this is how it has to be done." Sharon tucks her hair behind her ear.
"You had plenty of time to be prepared for this."
"And you know why I was not." She says quietly, "You know why I wasn't."
He squints his eyes shut for a second to pat her on the back, "I'm glad you've come around." He brings his hand back up next to his face, checking his phone again, "He wants to know whose name it's under."
"I would have been better off going myself." Sharon shakes her head, closing her eyes for a moment to calm herself, "Flynn." She picks the girl up, covering her naked breast, "It's safe to look." She pats the baby's back.
Rusty lowers his hand and tilts his head to the side, looking the baby in the face on her shoulder, "I think she's plotting ways to kill all of you."
"If she was smart, she would just wait until we just died off instead." Sharon smirks, hearing the soft belch of the infant, "Want her?"
In the baby's few days of life, she had already formed a type of bond with Rusty Beck. He nods, "Of course." He takes the baby into his arm, watching her slouch comfortably as he continues to look at his phone with his free hand, "He says he's on his way."
Sharon nods, snapping closed the cup of her nursing bra before covering it with her blouse top, "How do you do that?" She smirks, glancing to the boy and her daughter.
He shrugs, "I figure, if she doesn't complain, neither will I."
She reaches to the nightstand, picking up her glasses and sliding them back onto her face. She takes her mobile phone from her jeans pocket, "DDA Hobbs is coming over." She smirks, responding to the text the woman had sent.
"The one who helped deliver her?" Rusty glances to the woman.
Sharon nods slowly, "I owe that woman a new suit."
He smirks, "You owe her more than a new suit. With the money you have, you could buy her a wardrobe." Rusty stands with the baby still resting in his arm and walks to the living room, "By the time Andy gets back, maybe she can share our cold food with us."
Sharon follows the boy, moving to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water. "I don't understand what's taking him so long." She shakes her head, using the remote to turn on some old sixties music on the surround sound wired through the house.
"Katie likes this stuff." Rusty motions to the music in the air.
Sharon smirks, "She should. It's all I ever really listen to. She's been listening to it for a while."
"Fair point." He glances to the woman, "Would you mind getting me a can of soda? It's on the bottom shelf."
"No problem." She nods, opening the refrigerator and pulling out a can, snapping it open before she takes it to the boy, "You should start getting back to school. I had the baby, you didn't."
Rusty glances to her slowly, "It's Saturday."
"Yes, but..." Sharon sighs, "She likes you more than she likes me. There isn't too much time before we need to start looking at colleges for you."
"I'm not going to college." He shakes his head.
"Oh, yes, you are. You are entirely too bright not to. I won't let a mind like that go to waste for God knows what reason." Sharon shakes her head at him.
Rusty shakes his head, looking down at the baby, "I will get a job."
"Doing what? Flipping burgers at a fast food chain? Absolutely not."
"I just got a sister. I'm not leaving her when she needs me most." He finally says, glancing to the woman standing above him, "I won't abandon her like that."
Sharon sighs, a part of her knew that was the reason, "You aren't abandoning her."
"Yeah? Leaving her at just over a year old to go and study Forensics? There are more important things."
"You won't be abandoning her. You can apply somewhere close." She sinks next to the boy slowly, wrapping an arm around him, "You aren't abandoning her. You are setting an example. An example, if I may add, that will make it so I won't need to have this exact discussion with her in eighteen years."
"What if it's community college?"
"If that's what you want. I would rather you have the experience of a campus-"
"Because your son was in a fraternity? We see where that's gotten him."
"My son's issues are not because of Frat House shenanigans. Andy can attest to that." Sharon looks to him above her glasses, "You told me to give you thirty days notice before something changes. I'm giving you longer than that. Start looking at Universities." She nods, standing up and walking to the front entrance of the bungalow when she hears the doorbell chime, "DDA Hobbs." She grins, stepping aside, "Please, come in."
"I'm sorry to bother you. It's my lunch hour and-" The blonde shakes her head.
"Oh, Andrea, please. If it weren't for you, I probably would have been dead a week ago." Sharon places a hand on the woman's back, "Sorry for the mess." She motions to the spotless living room.
"I wish mine was this messy." Andrea smirks, setting her briefcase down, tilting her head to the side as she sees the girl resting against Rusty's chest. "She is beautiful, Captain."
"Thank you." Sharon smirks.
"Who would have thought Flynn plus Raydor equaled gorgeous." Rusty smirks, gently handing the resting infant to the woman, "I have homework."
"We will finish that conversation later." Sharon warns him.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If she cries, call me." He smirks, returning to his room.
Andrea holds the small infant in her hands, smiling, "She looks like you, Captain."
"That changes every hour." Sharon smirks, sitting across from the woman in her high, wing backed chair.
Hobbs nods slowly, "I always wanted kids, but...I'm too busy for it, I think. Wouldn't be fair to them." She smirks when the baby opens her eyes to look at her, "Hello there." Andrea continues, "Couldn't get pregnant even if I tried anyway. Health things." She nods, "I love kids though."
"I'll add you to the ever growing babysitter list. She seems to like you." Sharon reaches over, placing a hand on the other woman's knee for reassurance.
"Any time." Andrea smirks when the baby opens her mouth in a yawn, "How has Lieutenant Flynn been with her?"
"Typical father. He has been scouring the internet for ways to build a moat around the house." Sharon giggles, "Already overprotective."
She nods, "She seems taken with Rusty."
"Are you kidding? That's her favorite person in the house. She starts to fuss...he's the only one able to calm her down." Sharon sits back in the chair, "I can't even...it's just natural to him, I guess."
Hobbs nods, "That's great."
"Hey, so I was told that your suit was essentially ruined...from when you helped me out."
"Oh, don't worry about it."
"Please." Sharon raises her hand, "Let me replace it for you."
"I can't let you do that." Andrea shakes her head slowly.
"Then don't let me, I will find your size regardless and I will have a shopping spree on your behalf."
"Captain-"
"There is no argument here. It is the least I can do. Three suits, blouses included, new shoes, and tailoring for said clothing."
"I only ruined one and you want to buy me three? That's too much."
Sharon smirks, shaking her head, "Look around, Andrea, I'm not exactly hurting." She stands, "Something to drink?"
"Glass of ice water?"
"I will see if I can wrangle it up." Sharon adjusts her cardigan as she walks to the kitchen.
"Food's here!" Flynn yells as he walks through the front door, causing the baby to jump and begin to cry, "Damn, sorry."
"I hear her." Rusty walks out of his room, following the smell of food and pausing before the DDA.
"Can I try?" Andrea Hobbs glances to the boy, adjusting the baby in her arms.
"Of course, take as much time as you need." Sharon offers her a sad smile, "How about some lunch? There are plenty of burritos left over. I can tell already. Plenty of rice."
Hobbs glances up, letting the baby relax against her as she stands, gently swaying with the infant, "Only if there is extra. I don't want to impose."
"You would never impose." Sharon glances to Flynn, "What was it that tied you up?"
Andy shrugs, glancing to Rusty a moment, "I got the food, didn't I?"
"What was that?" Sharon points between Flynn and Rusty, "That look."
"I didn't see a look." Rusty shrugs.
"No look was given." Andy shakes his head.
Sharon rolls her eyes, "You two eat, I'd rather have an intellectual lunch partner." She motions to Hobbs, returning to the living room.
Flynn begins to chuckle, eating the now cold food.