AN: Hello there… remember me? Well… since Amnesia is done, and I was bored, and deprived of fic writing, I decided I would finish another unfinished story of mine, instead of leaving it forever unfinished. I particularly like this one… it makes me happy. Rimmer as a father, aww. Well, I hope you enjoy. I realize the last few chapters have some spelling mistakes, and such. I can imagine these will too, because spelling and grammar isn't my strongest of string points, especially me, being the bad typist I am. I think it has been over a year since I updated this. The writing style may be different. I don't know… all reviews appreciated!
Rimmer laid motionless. He watched the shadows of the branches of the trees shine through the grimy window. That window was the only source of light. He could faintly hear the sound of a siren, and behind that sound, the slow, soft breathing of Yvonne. Once again he wasn't completely sure why he was here. That feeling had occurred over and over in his mind.
When she had offered him some blankets in the corner of her one bedroom apartment to spend the night, she hadn't exactly been serious. She probably just didn't want to seem rude, especially since she had been the one to invite him. Rimmer had made an excuse about sleeping on floors being good for his back, and agreed to spend the night. Aside from not wanting to search for, and pay for a hotel for the night, Rimmer almost wanted to be here. Here with his son. His son who had been asleep for hours, under his colorful covers, decorated with Disney characters.
A soft wheezing could soon he heard from the crib. Rimmer uncomfortably shifted positions, trying to determine if sleeping on his stomach would be more comfortable. It wasn't.
The wheezing soon turned to crying. Matthew was crying. His son was crying. Rimmer sat up and peered over at Yvonne, who's sleep was not disturbed. He fixed his eyes back on his son. Through the very dim lighting, he could make out the tiny legs of the infant, kicking. He seemed to be fully awake now. Rimmer wondered if he should wake Yvonne. Let her know her son was crying. Maybe she could feed him, or change his diaper or something. He was completely clueless at what needed to be done.
The crying continued. Every minute Rimmer contemplated sleep, all he could hear were the sobs of his son, piercing his ears. Yvonne's slumber remained undisturbed. Rimmer slowly rose from his disheveled pile of blankets, and softly walked over to the crib, trying not to creek the floorboards too loudly. Rimmer peered over the edge of the crib. Matthew gave him a sideways glance, sobs beginning to slow down. Rimmer reached into the crib, and instinctively lifted Matthew into his arms. The sobs soon turned into heavy breathing, then ceased. Rimmer felt an odd sense of satisfaction. By lifting up the child it had stopped crying.
"Matt?" Came a soft voice from the other side of the room.
"He's Ok." Said Rimmer, softly. With a smug smile on his face. He slowly retired Matthew from the awkward position in his arms, back to his cradle and pulled his covers back over to him.
"Rimmer?" She said sleepily and confused.
"He's Ok." Rimmer repeated, saying it more to himself than to her. He's Ok.
"You put him back to sleep, did you?" She said, just above a whisper.
"…yes." Rimmer replied.
"I thought I was the only one who could do that…" She said, with an uneasy tone.
~
Rimmer awoke the next morning. His back aching as if a 500 pound lady had belly danced on it the previous evening. He woke to find Yvonne in the kitchen area, and Matt sitting up in a high chair.
"Good Morning." She said in a cheerful tone.
"Morning." he mumbled. Rimmer stretched out, trying to relieve some of his back pain. The floor had obviously not had the effect he had wanted. That and the fact that he had only gotten about 2 hours of sleep.
Yvonne still had a gray cotton nightgown on. It was rather unflattering. Her blonde hair was in a frizzy mess, and her face was soft shade of pale.
"I was thinking maybe today we could go for a walk in the park." She said, without certainty.
Rimmer nodded.
There was a firm knock at the door.
Rimmer laid motionless. He watched the shadows of the branches of the trees shine through the grimy window. That window was the only source of light. He could faintly hear the sound of a siren, and behind that sound, the slow, soft breathing of Yvonne. Once again he wasn't completely sure why he was here. That feeling had occurred over and over in his mind.
When she had offered him some blankets in the corner of her one bedroom apartment to spend the night, she hadn't exactly been serious. She probably just didn't want to seem rude, especially since she had been the one to invite him. Rimmer had made an excuse about sleeping on floors being good for his back, and agreed to spend the night. Aside from not wanting to search for, and pay for a hotel for the night, Rimmer almost wanted to be here. Here with his son. His son who had been asleep for hours, under his colorful covers, decorated with Disney characters.
A soft wheezing could soon he heard from the crib. Rimmer uncomfortably shifted positions, trying to determine if sleeping on his stomach would be more comfortable. It wasn't.
The wheezing soon turned to crying. Matthew was crying. His son was crying. Rimmer sat up and peered over at Yvonne, who's sleep was not disturbed. He fixed his eyes back on his son. Through the very dim lighting, he could make out the tiny legs of the infant, kicking. He seemed to be fully awake now. Rimmer wondered if he should wake Yvonne. Let her know her son was crying. Maybe she could feed him, or change his diaper or something. He was completely clueless at what needed to be done.
The crying continued. Every minute Rimmer contemplated sleep, all he could hear were the sobs of his son, piercing his ears. Yvonne's slumber remained undisturbed. Rimmer slowly rose from his disheveled pile of blankets, and softly walked over to the crib, trying not to creek the floorboards too loudly. Rimmer peered over the edge of the crib. Matthew gave him a sideways glance, sobs beginning to slow down. Rimmer reached into the crib, and instinctively lifted Matthew into his arms. The sobs soon turned into heavy breathing, then ceased. Rimmer felt an odd sense of satisfaction. By lifting up the child it had stopped crying.
"Matt?" Came a soft voice from the other side of the room.
"He's Ok." Said Rimmer, softly. With a smug smile on his face. He slowly retired Matthew from the awkward position in his arms, back to his cradle and pulled his covers back over to him.
"Rimmer?" She said sleepily and confused.
"He's Ok." Rimmer repeated, saying it more to himself than to her. He's Ok.
"You put him back to sleep, did you?" She said, just above a whisper.
"…yes." Rimmer replied.
"I thought I was the only one who could do that…" She said, with an uneasy tone.
~
Rimmer awoke the next morning. His back aching as if a 500 pound lady had belly danced on it the previous evening. He woke to find Yvonne in the kitchen area, and Matt sitting up in a high chair.
"Good Morning." She said in a cheerful tone.
"Morning." he mumbled. Rimmer stretched out, trying to relieve some of his back pain. The floor had obviously not had the effect he had wanted. That and the fact that he had only gotten about 2 hours of sleep.
Yvonne still had a gray cotton nightgown on. It was rather unflattering. Her blonde hair was in a frizzy mess, and her face was soft shade of pale.
"I was thinking maybe today we could go for a walk in the park." She said, without certainty.
Rimmer nodded.
There was a firm knock at the door.