A/N: Here's another! ^-^
Eggs
Chapter Two: Bath Time
To say that little Jamie lived up to his namesakes would be an understatement. There was not a single day, after the little Pichu's eyes fully opened, that Harry didn't find his 'son' in some kind of mess. And Mischief didn't help at all, unless you count making sure nothing got broken or too dangerous happened, the Misdreavus encouraged the Pichu to make a mess.
Sighing as he stared down at the torn bag of flour on the floor, Harry rubbed a hand over his face with a yawn, tracking the baby by the tiny flour paw-prints, which lead directly to the playroom, where he could hear the crooning of his Partner and Jamie's giggles.
"Okay, you two," he sighed, shaking his head at the currently pure-white duo of troublemakers, little Jamie blinking up at him with infant-blue eyes from around the yellow gummie treat he wasn't supposed to have until after his afternoon nap. Mischief had the decency to look mildly guilty at least, but otherwise was unrepentant, floating slowly towards him and leaving a light cloud of flour to float through the air.
"Bath time," Harry announced determinedly, padding forward to scoop Jamie up, making the Pichu coo happily and stuff the last bit of gummie into his mouth, making his cheeks bulge. "Don't eat so fast, Jamie," Harry could only sigh. "You don't want to choke, do you?" The Pichu stopped chewing for a moment, ears quivering as he cocked his little head to the side, before giving a muffled chirp and going back to happily chewing. "What am I going to do with you?" Harry sighed, using his free hand to push the bathroom door open, Mischief already flying cheerful circles around the Newborn Sink. Since this was Jamie's first bath, Harry would wash Mischief first, so that the infant would see that there wasn't anything to worry about. The last thing the little one needed was to start sparking in water. He already hurt himself with his Spark attack, just like most Pichu's did, no need to amplify the power.
"Sit here and watch your Aunty, Jamie," Harry ordered the Pichu gently, setting him on the counter next to the sink and starting the water as Mischief settled into the sink.
"Pi?" Jamie asked, scrambling over to the edge to peer at the Misdreavus with huge blue eyes as Harry lifted the shower-head attachment and turned the water onto a gentle spray. It would be harder to get the flour off, but he wasn't about to effectively power wash his Partner or 'son'. Mischief cooed gleefully, red eyes shutting with bliss as the warm water sprayed over her, temporarily turning the flour to gunk as Harry tried to rinse a good amount off.
"See, Jamie? It's okay," he coaxed the tiny Pichu, who's tail and ears were straight up and shivering uncertainly. Harry grabbed one of the infant washrags and poured some soap onto it, carefully using one hand to hold the sprayer and the other to scrub as Mischief's body. It took several minutes, but, eventually, the Misdreavus was clean.
"Now we dry her off," Harry told the Pichu as he pulled the battery-powered blow-dryer from under the counter, and beginning to do just tat. The sound of the dryer startled the baby, making him squeak and spark for a moment, but then he was cooing happily as Harry playfully blew air over him as well as Mischief, making the two Pokemon laugh happily as the Wizard chuckled softly.
"And done!" he declared, and Mischief shook herself and then did a flip, making James chirp happily as the Misdreamus laughed again. "Your turn, sweetheart," he said, gently picking the Pichu up and setting him in the sink. James chirped up at him uncertainly, but didn't try to run when the water turned on. Carefully, Harry let it spray the infant's paws first, getting startled chirps before the baby's curiosity reared and he soon had the baby swatting at the falling water with bright giggles. Carefully, the Wizard got a new rag and began to wipe off the flour.
It took several minutes longer than Mischief's had, both because Harry was being extra careful, and because James decided that running around the sink, in and out of the water, and squirming away from Harry's touches were all great fun.
"Okay, okay, that's enough," he chuckled, turning off the water and making the Pichu pout. "Time to dry off, Jamie, come on," he coaxed, smiling as the Pichu perked back up and tried to climb out of the sink, Mischief swooping down to give him a boost back onto the counter, where he patted his paws together and repeatedly said his name, bouncing in place. Laughing at the adorable picture, Harry obligingly began blow-drying the Pichu off, making him giggle and squirm and pat at the blowing air happily.
It was after he was dry that Harry started laughing some more, because the Pichu's fur had fluffed up ridiculously, little flickers of static crackling in the fluff as he giggled along with Harry.
"Look at you, James Potter," the Wizard chuckled, carefully scooping the baby up and trying to smooth the fur down, only for it to stick to his skin, like rubbing a balloon over your hair. Still chuckling, he carried the cheerful infant back to his room and made him a half-bottle of formula, since his menace of a Partner had given the baby treats already. Despite his fluffy state and happiness, Harry found the Pichu slipping almost immediately asleep in his arms after the baby finished his bottle.
Tucking James into his Cubby, the Wizard could only sigh fondly before doing a quick round to all the incubators, and then back to the kitchen, sighing at the mess that awaited him.
"Mis?" Mischief crooned behind him, and Harry turned, face softening as the smiling Misdreavus offered him the broom, the dustpan sitting on her head. He could only chuckle and accept them both, shaking his head.
"Go on, you troublemaker," he told her fondly, earning a cheeky grin from the Ghost-Type, before she flew through a wall to clean up whatever gummies she'd left in the playroom. Shaking his head, Harry got to cleaning, chuckling as he decided he needed to Mischief-Proof the Kitchen.
And, if over the next several days, he found a dirty duo of Pokemon always waiting eagerly at the bathroom door after his afternoon trips into the nearby town, well, he always was a pushover for children.
Even grown ones like Mischief.
A/N: Kudos to suntan140 for the Bath Time Shenanigans prompt (And a bit of a head-nod to the Anon called Mim who will get a proper Mischief Chapter later, no worries!)
Mis' is a total pushover when it comes to babbu's, lolz!
