Author's Note: I saw on Tumblr where someone was saying something about wanting to read a grandma Sharon fic and I love the thought of Sharon with babies (even though I'm not a huge fan of Shandy pregnancy fics) so I tried my hand at this. I've written more than this but I'm going to wait to see people's reactions before I post more. Please let me know what you think. All reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to Duff.
A ringing doorbell at barely seven a.m. on the first Saturday they have had off in nearly a month is not expected, and if Sharon is completely honest with herself she finds it rather annoying. Sighing heavily, Sharon rolls out of bed and grabs for her robe as she makes her way to the bedroom door.
"Tell whoever it is we don't want any," Andy mumbles from the side of the bed he now claims as his own, his eyes still closed.
"I might just shoot them," Sharon huffs as she pulls open the bedroom door. With Rusty away on an overnight trip with his journalism class, Sharon and Andy had planned a nice, quiet, leisurely Saturday, one that was not supposed to start before eight a.m., especially considering they just had went to sleep at a little after three.
Rounding the corner to the front door, Sharon doesn't even bother to run her hand through her hair or straighten her night clothes. This person who is ringing her doorbell has intruded on her morning and she's going to let her annoyance show. Grabbing ahold of the door handle, she unlocks the door and pulls it open, her irritation quickly dissolving as he sees Ricking standing there a baby held over his head.
"Nants ingonyama bagithi baba. Sithi uhhmm ingonyama!" Ricky sings with a mischievous look on his face but they look doesn't quite reach his eyes.
Sharon's eyes go wide and she opens her mouth to say something but quickly closes it. She doesn't know what to say, hoping that her son is just…..what she isn't sure, but it can't possibly be what she's thinking.
"Hey Mom," Ricky smiles nervously as he lowers the baby to his chest. "Uh, meet your grandson!" Ricky offers Sharon his toothiest grin then shrugs his shoulder, hoping to diffuse this very awkward, and quite possibly volatile, situation with humor.
Sharon simply stands there, her mouth dropping open as several different thoughts run through her mind. Ricky has a baby? But he's just a baby! Did he learn nothing from all those talks when he was a young teenager? I'm too young to be a grandmother! Sharon shakes her head banishing all those thoughts for the moment. There will be plenty of time to discuss all those things later, but right now it is obvious her son needs her, otherwise he wouldn't be at her door unannounced showing off her grandson in a very Disney movie manner.
"Ricky, c'mere sweetie. It's good to see you!" Sharon wraps her arms around her Ricky, careful of the baby in his arms.
Until that moment Ricky hasn't realized just how scared he has been this past week. When Khloie had shown up at his office at the beginning of the week he really thought he was going to ask him for a job, or she might just want a quick hook-up like she did on occasion. He was not expecting her to hand him a photo of a baby and tell him that he is the father of a two-month-old son.
Sharon can tell from the way Ricky clings to her that even though her little boy is all grown up, he is scared and needs his mom. Sharon pats his back with one hand while her other hand cups the back of the baby's head. This is going to be anything but a relaxing, leisurely weekend.
Ricky slowly pulls away from the hug and for a moment all the stress shows on his face, but just like Sharon he quickly masks his feels, his trademark mischievous grin adhering to his face. Sharon once again finds herself shaking her head then leads Ricky into the condo. She has just closed the door behind them when Andy come around the corner from the kitchen carrying two cups of coffee. Sharon closes her eyes, mentally berating herself for not considering the fact that she was bringing her son into the condo where her boyfriend had spent the night before. She shoots a quick glance at Ricky who no longer is having to force the mischievous look on his face. He's smiling and that wicked twinkle is in his eyes. Sharon groans and turns her attention to Andy, his gazed affixed to the coffee. Luckily for Sharon it is at that moment, before her son can make an uncomfortable situation worse with one of his inappropriate comments the baby begins to fuss.
"Crap!" Ricky groans, his head falling back dramatically as he looks up at the ceiling.
