Title: Sadie Grace
Rating: K+
Spoilers: There shouldn't be any
Disclaimer: Sadie is aaaall mine.
I am not going to finish writing the whole sequel before I leave for Mexico on Saturday – but I'm close! I am giving you this first part for right now.
I haven't edited this and I will probably change some things and/or add to it. But here is something.
When I update it will be added to this story entry.
Enjoy!
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Juliet and Sadie had to spend a day in the hospital for observation and check ups. The time was spent with various people coming to visit - Maddie, Henry, Gus and Nora, the Chief, Lassiter and Marlowe and Matthew, Buzz. Sadie slept through most of it and Shawn took pictures with his phone - most of them were pictures of Sadie and Juliet. He was trying to find his favorite one for his lock screen background.
They made it home and Shawn took all their gifts and balloons inside, Juliet insisted she carry Sadie in her carrier.
"Okay, Jules. Why don't you go take a nap?" Shawn suggested when she tried to hide her yawn for the fourth time in as many minutes. Sadie was in the swing which was placed in front of where they were on the couch.
"But I don't want to miss anything," she told him, using her pouty expression that usually made him agree to things.
He kissed her pout and shook his head, "she is sleeping. I slept earlier and that coffee smoothie Buzz gave me has me slightly wired. Go get some sleep. I have to take about 40 more pictures of her anyway."
Juliet scrunched up her nose. "Fine. Wake me up if she needs anything," she told him. She gave him a soft kiss, kissed Sadie's cheek, and then went to their room.
Everything was going well until about half an hour into Juliet's nap. Sadie started the fuss, causing Shawn to sit up straight. Then she started crying.
"Oh boy."
He carefully picked Sadie up out of the swing.
"Sadie, Pineapple. What's wrong? Oh, we don't want to wake mommy up. She's really tired."
The newborn didn't seem to care about that in the slightest. Shawn picked up his phone and called someone who might know what she wanted.
"Hello?"
"Lassie! What does my daughter want?"
"What? Spencer, how should I know? Where's O'Hara?"
He gently bounced Sadie as he talked on the phone. "She's sleeping and I don't want to wake her up. Help me out here, man!"
"Did you try changing her diaper?" Lassiter threw out an idea.
"No. Let me try that. Hold on."
Shawn set the phone on the coffee table and grabbed the diaper changing supplies from the diaper bag they hadn't unpacked yet. Shawn had experienced exactly one diaper change so far but remembering the steps wasn't too hard. In just a couple minutes Sadie had a new diaper and she had stopped crying and was contently looking around.
He picked her up again and grabbed his phone from the table.
"Lassie, you're a genius!"
"Not really. Shouldn't you have called your father first?" He asked.
"Not unless I wanted a lecture before he told me what the problem was," Shawn scoffed, "thanks for your help."
"No problem. And don't worry. You'll get the hang of it."
"And you said you'd never help me again," Shawn goaded him, "you really do care!"
"Goodbye, Spencer."
Shawn pressed end before tossing his phone on the couch.
"I know, Sadie. Let's watch Pretty in Pink. You'll love that movie."
Just as the credits started playing, Juliet came out to join them.
"That nap was amazing," she sat down next to Shawn and a sleeping Sadie.
"I'm glad. I have started Sadie's movie education. She's not a very good student so far."
Juliet giggled, "She's two and a half days old."
"She is pretty perfect, though," he said.
"Definitely," Juliet grinned, "I love that she has your dark hair."
"Of course. My hair is amazing. But I hope it curls like yours," he admitted.
"Me too!"