Summary: A new addition to the family requires talks about the future.
Pairings: Tucker x Sam
Written: September 2013

New Baby

"Now, Tucker," Sam said, folding her arms as she gave him a firm stare, "you know this won't be anything like taking care of that sack baby, correct?"

"Yes, yes." Tucker nodded, cradling the new bundle of joy in his arms like a precious treasure.

"I mean it. I don't want a repeat of what happened with the flour sack babies."

Tucker yanked his gaze away and lifted it to stare at Sam with a hint of annoyance in his green eyes. "I think it will be rather hard to turn her into a batch of cookies."

"Yet you can understand my worry, right?" Sam took a seat next to Tucker on the couch. "She's so peaceful when she's sleeping." She reached over and pressed a finger to a curled up fist. The chubby little fingers responded, grabbing hold of the woman's finger, and a smile tugged at Sam's face. "I still can't believe she's really here. I still feel like I should be sticking out with my big belly."

"We're not going to be lucky and have it this quiet all the time, are we?" Tucker winced merely thinking about all the times that he would likely have to deal with a loud, crying baby. The thought of changing stinky diapers wasn't any more pleasurable to consider.

"Maybe not always," Sam agreed. "But before we know it, she'll be crawling then walking and talking. She's going to be a little terror."

"Especially if she takes after you." Tucker chuckled until Sam snapped a glare toward him. He coughed then swallowed thickly. "I just mean, if she inherits your strong independence, she'll be hard to handle with her always wanting to defy us."

"Just imagine if she inherits your love of technology. She could wind up being a little tech genius."

"Well, if she gets anything from you, she'll be able to handle herself if anyone decides to tease her for being a techno geek."

Sam nodded, some of her long ebony hair slipping past her shoulder. "But we shouldn't encourage her to fight if it can be avoided. It should only be in the case of self defense." She lifted her gaze away from the sleeping baby to stare at Tucker. "So what did Danny say?"

"Well, he got held up a bit, so he won't be able to stop by until later, probably for dinner. But that's okay. It's probably better if he comes by when she'll be awake."

Sam rolled her eyes and slapped him lightly on the shoulder. "I meant about the other thing."

"Oh!" Tucker chuckled. "Of course he said yes. Did you really think he wouldn't agree to be her godfather?" He smirked at his wife. "He was really excited about it and wanted to know if he needed to buy her lots of presents for when he comes over."

"Oh no." Sam sighed. "Is he going to bring a lot of dorky Fenton Works toys?"

"This is Danny we're talking about." Tucker gave her a flat stare. "So yeah, that's most likely what he'll bring."

"Sometimes he's too much like his father." Sam shook her head with a small laugh.

"Well, that's not necessarily a bad thing." Tucker dropped his gaze to his daughter as she yawned widely in her sleep. "He's happy, and that's really all that matters."

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