I do not own glee. I do not own it here or there. I do not own it ANYWHERE!
A/N: Yes, this is finally up! And yes, I am a big meanie for making you all wait for more.
In this chapter, Rory tries to bond wil Will, but it doesn't really turn out.
BTW I forgot to say that this story is called Still for a reason, but you won't find out for a very, very long time. Just guess, and review this chapter telling me why you think.
Enjoy.
"I just got the highchair and crib set up," Will announced, after some time.
"Well," Emma considered, "I'm going in the kitchen to do dishes. I don't want to leave Rory alone on the floor in here, and it's too early for bedtime, so maybe this is a great time to introduce Rory to his highchair."
"Okay. I'll do the rocking chair, then tidy up his room."
Before Rory could process what was going on, he was carried through a doorway. He curiously studied the room he was now in, which had been the kitchen. He sighted wrapped foods and boxes, and some delicious milk in the refrigerator that Will was holding open. So this, other than Emma's lap, must've been where he would be given his meals.
He was then slid into a giant highchair. He explored around, though there wasn't much to see. He squirmed around and repeatedly slammed his fists on the tray, testing the highchair's strength and tolerability. Everytime he scooted too far forward or reached further than his arms would extend, his belly was crushed. The tray of the highchair was in the way, limiting his movement. Though he was restricted, he did feel a sense of security.
Emma heard the pounding, and looked over her shoulder. "What, Rory?"
He gurgled, now kicking his feet.
"Are you hungry again?"
Now that he thought about it, he was sort of hungry.
Before he responded, she ditched the sink of dishes and went to prepare a bottle of warm milk. She waited for it to cool slightly before presenting it to him.
He decided he would take matters into his own hands. "Mine! Gimme!" When Emma began to feed him, his hands wrapped around the bottle, slightly nudging hers away. Once he had fully grasped the bottle, Emma helped him guide it to his mouth successfully. Rory's lips served as a suction on the bottle's nipple as he enjoyed his delightful milk.
Emma watched him feed himself for a moment, and thought he'd been better off this way. She resumed cleaning dishes.
He later comprehended that this milk wasn't the same as clouds. He no longer desired milk. He now found clouds as a pleasant meal. He threw the bottle on the floor, shrilling, "Gaaaahhhh!"
Will came into the kitchen. "I have everything set up to surprise you, honey. Why don't you take a break and go see the room?"
"Oh, sunshine!" Emma smiled. "You didn't have to!"
"Don't worry about it."
Emma slowly walked out of the kitchen and to the room, trying to surprise herself.
"Gaahh!" Will heard Rory repeat, a little fussier than the first time.
"Here, buddy. Is this what you wanted?" Will got the bottle from the floor.
"Gaahh!"
Apparently he didn't want the milk.
Will tried burping Rory, but he was still cranky.
"Gaaaahhhh!" Rory's diaper was soiled at that second. Two problems for him to deal with, now.
Will caught a whiff of urine, and it only took a minute for Will to lift the boy from the highchair and take him to the bathroom. He lied Rory on a changing mat and undressed his bottom.
This bathroom was warm! Rory loved how it felt on his skin, unlike earlier, in that cold, white room.
He was now exposed to the man completely, his legs in the air. But he didn't mind. There was nothing wrong with it. Besides, he- Oh, was that oil that he just rubbed on? Rory loved it! He loved the way it tingled on his skin. It felt funny.
Will worked to secure the diaper snugly against the boy's hips - and with a few tries, he got it perfect.
Rory no longer wanted clouds. He wanted to cuddle with someone. He felt deprived of comfort right now.
"All better!"
Rory rolled back onto his bottom, with his arms reaching for Will. He demanded, "Up, up!"
He pulled Rory up onto his hip, and left the bathroom. He heard a yawn-like sound from Rory, which told him it was close to bedtime. He went to the kitchen, set Rory down, and made a fresh bottle. He carried Rory to the bedroom and sat in the rocking chair to feed Rory what was his third bottle. Rory grabbed Will's tie for balance on his thigh. He settled Rory on his lap, who curled into a fetal position instinctively.
Rory accepted the nipple. He closed his eyes, snuggled close to Will.
It wasn't as comfortable as he'd imagined.
He wanted Emma.
