New chapter! My old computer died, and many fics went with it. I'm just now restarting many of them, so bear with me! This chapter is all about Lassiter as a dad, something I really enjoy writing. Read on and enjoy!
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Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I've lost my way
There are no words here left to say
It's true
God gave me you
-God Gave Me You
In the still of the night, a soft cry woke Carlton Lassiter from a deep sleep. He sighed, reluctant to leave his warm bed and the woman in his arms. It was the first night in almost a week he had been able to fall asleep holding her, so when he heard the cry, he didn't want to move. Unfortunately if he ignored it, it would only succeed in disturbing his wife, and he couldn't have that. So with a sigh, he untangled himself from her and rolled out of bed. Then he went over to the crib beside the wall and looked down.
In the crib, his newborn son's face was scrunched up, a sure sign he was about to give his lungs a workout. With some uncertainty, Lassiter reached into the crib and lifted his two-day-old son into his arms. Settling him awkwardly against his chest, he slipped out of the room and into the kitchen. Juliet had prepared a bottle earlier, though she was reluctant to so soon. He had assured her that he could handle feeding their baby, and it would give them a chance to bond.
Opening the refrigerator, Lassiter reached in and retrieved the bottle. Then he warmed it on the stove, all the while speaking softly to his son. Little Thomas Carlton Lassiter had arrived less than forty-eight hours ago, after a relatively short labor. He was a respectable seven pounds and three ounces, much to the delight of everyone involved. Lassiter had been terrified from the time Juliet told him she was pregnant, but she had been thrilled. They were dating for almost a year when they conceived, and a pregnancy had been the last thing on either of their minds. But once the shock wore off, Lassiter had proposed to her, and within a month, they were married in a small civil ceremony attended by their families and several friends from the department.
After Victoria left him, Lassiter had given up the hope he would ever have children. He wanted children, and he had always thought he'd like to have at least three or four. Of course he had been younger, and then Victoria left him and he was so sure he would never find someone to love him, let alone bear his children. And then he met Juliet…
The bottle was finally warm enough, but he tested the liquid on his arm before offering the rubber nipple to his fussy son. Thomas hesitated at the strange sensation, his lips puckering.
"Come on, Tom. I know it's not your mom, but she needs a break." Lassiter began to pace slowly around the kitchen. Juliet had been stunning while pregnant, and Lassiter had loved watching her change and feeling the baby move in his mother. But it was nothing compared to the feeling he got now, being able to hold the little guy in his arms, to feed him and kiss his soft little head.
Finally the little guy latched onto the bottle and began slurping noisily. Lassiter grinned triumphantly. Maybe this wasn't how he had planned his life would go, but now that he had Juliet and Thomas, he couldn't imagine his life any another way.
"I love you, Tom."
The End.
A/N: Aww. I really do think Lassiter would make a great dad. Next up, Get Some. Thanks for reading, and please review!