Prompt: Pregnant Amy and Dad!Sheldon
"Are you sure you're going to be okay by yourself?" Sheldon asked as he helped Elliot put his shoes on.
Amy, who had just started her third trimester of pregnancy, sighed from the bed. "Sheldon, I'll be fine," she insisted. "It'll be good for you and Elliot to get out of the house."
Sheldon rose to his full height and turned to face her. While her first pregnancy had been smooth sailing, her second had confined her to the bed. And he doted on her like crazy. Sheldon was aware of the complications that her age could present, as was Amy, so, even though it was difficult, they put up with whatever they had to do to ensure a healthy pregnancy.
"Alright," Sheldon conceded, but then quickly added, "but if you need anything, call me. Please."
Amy smiled back at him. "Okay."
Sheldon was nervous. He had never really taken Elliot out by himself. Sure, they were just going over to Howard's so that the kids could play together, but that didn't make him any less anxious. He loved his son, but Elliot was much more of a mama's boy. What if he wasn't able to handle him if Amy wasn't around? Or what if Elliot didn't listen to him? The boy was three years old, and still, Sheldon didn't know what he was doing.
It was almost as if Amy could sense his panic. "Hey, it's going to be okay. Don't make a bigger deal of this than it is."
Sheldon shot her a grateful smile before checking his watch. Leonard would be there any moment to pick him up. "Thank you. We should get going, though." Sheldon said. He turned his attention to his son. "Elliot say bye to your mother before we leave," he told the boy, gently nudging him forward a little.
It was rather adorable how the little boy scrambled forth quickly and up onto the bed, falling into his mother's open arms. Amy kissed the top of his head and ruffled his hair. "Have fun, you two," she called out after them as Sheldon took Elliot's hand to leave.
Sure enough, Leonard was waiting for them outside. The new house that he and Amy had moved into was not far the Wolowitz's, but with Sheldon still not able to drive and Amy on bedrest, Leonard was back to driving Sheldon around.
"Hey, Sheldon," Leonard greeted as Sheldon opened the back door to put the car seat in. "Do you need any help?"
Sheldon glanced at Leonard for a moment. He knew his best friend was probably only offering out of curtesy but did he really think Sheldon wasn't able to put a car seat in? "No, I got it," he replied. After all, he had seen Amy do this multiple times. Even though it took him a few tries, he eventually managed to lock the seat into place. He helped Elliot up into the car before he slid into the passenger seat next to Leonard.
The short drive was filled with the chatter of Elliot and Isaac, Leonard, and Penny's child. Sheldon filled in his best friend when he asked how Amy was doing, which took up most of the drive, considering they only had a short distance to go. Silence fell over the car when Leonard pulled into the driveway, though. Both of their sons were just antsy to get inside.
As Sheldon fumbled with the seatbelt to get Elliot out of the car, Leonard was already walking up to the house with Isaac.
"Daddy?" Elliot asked, and Sheldon met his gaze. "Why does Isaac get to go in?"
Sheldon was getting frantic now, why wasn't this stupid belt coming undone? A small hand came into view and almost expertly undid the mechanism. Sheldon looked at Elliot, astonished.
"Mama says it gets stuck," the little boy explained, rolling his 's' like a typical 3-year-old.
Sheldon tried to brush off the incident as he walked hand in hand with Elliot up to the house. Howard was standing in the doorway, waiting to greet them. "Hey, Sheldon," he smiled, stepping aside to let the duo in. Howard quickly turned his attention to Elliot. "Hey, little man!" he exclaimed, giving the boy a tiny fist bump.
"Hi, Uncle Howard," Elliot giggled, delighted to be in the presence of his favorite pseudo uncle. Anyone was better than Georgie, Sheldon supposed. Elliot had taken a particular liking to Howard even when he was still baby. Maybe it's because the engineer had been a father longer, or Elliot could somehow sense the close bond Howard had with Amy and therefore felt safe around him. Whatever it was, it delighted Sheldon to no end to see Elliot so happy. Even if it was with Howard.
"Michael and Isaac are already out in the backyard," Howard said as Elliot haphazardly kicked his shoes off. They landed in two different spots, and, despite Sheldon's protests, Elliot made a dash to the back of the house without straightening them out.
Sheldon pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He was sure that Elliot was just looking forward to playing with his friends, but he would have listened if Amy was there. Maybe he would talk to him later about it. When he wasn't under the scrutinizing gaze of Howard and Leonard, who was watching from the living room.
Sheldon ignored the questioning look Howard was giving him and walked past him to where Leonard, Stuart, and Raj were congregated. "Hello," he greeted quietly.
A chorus of 'hi' and 'hello' followed. As he sat down in the armchair adjacent to the couch, Leonard handed him an Xbox controller. Sheldon eyed it for a moment and looked around the room. "Shouldn't one of us be out back watching the kids?" he asked nervously as he took the controller anyway.
Howard shrugged him off. "It's alright, Bernadette is doing some work on the porch, so, they're not alone."
"So, nobody is watching them?" Sheldon was incredulous.
"I just said Bernadette was out there," Howard argued, but Sheldon didn't listen to him because he was already on his way outside.
Sure enough, Bernadette was busy with her work. Engaged in an obviously heated phone call with someone from work, paying the children no mind. The children who thankfully were not getting themselves into any trouble. Yet.
Leonard and Howard came marching out behind him. "See, Sheldon, I told you they were fine," Howard said.
"Sure, they're fine now, but what about when they decide to start playing around with that hose?" Sheldon pointed to the item in question that had been left out by the side of the porch. "Or what if they decide they want out of the back yard? Our kids aren't stupid, I'm sure they could figure out your dinky little lock over there."
The engineer sighed loudly beside him. He was annoyed, Sheldon knew that by now. "Geez, Sheldon, no wonder Amy needed a break. You're such a worrywart."
Sheldon turned his head sharply. What was Howard trying to get at by saying that? He was just concerned about his child's safety, was that really so bad? Even Amy had called him overprotective at times, but to Sheldon, there wasn't a price to put on safety. Would Elliot think he was hovering, though? Would his underdeveloped brain misconstrue Sheldon's worry as mistrust? That could lead to problems down the road… if Elliot thought his father didn't trust him.
Just as Sheldon opened his mouth to say something, Bernadette hung up the phone and, surprisingly, came to his defense. "Howie, leave him alone, he's got the right to be worried about his child," she scolded, and Howard immediately softened.
"I'm sorry, Sheldon," Howard apologized, albeit hesitantly. "I just think you need to relax a little. The kids are safe here." He tried to be reassuring, and he tapped Sheldon's shoulder. However, he retreated right back into the house.
"He's right," Leonard said, coming to stand beside him as the two watched the kids happily run about the yard. "They'll be okay." Then, Leonard too walked back inside.
Sheldon couldn't take it. There was no way he would be able to calm down, not when he was second-guessing every decision he made in regards to parenting. Ever since Amy went onto bedrest two weeks ago, he had been in charge of most things around the house. Especially when it came to taking care of Elliot. Sheldon never underestimated how hard Amy worked for their growing family, but trying to take on two workloads was really putting things into perspective for him. Amy was doing her best to cheer him on, but every day presented a new challenge. And every day ended with the same question… did I do good enough?
Maybe coming over to Howard's wasn't the best idea. Sheldon always knew his friends didn't think the best of him. And he was okay with that for many years. But then a five foot four hurricane came waltzing into his life and waking up his dormant emotions. Amy had turned him into a full-blown family man who provided for his kids and had a life insurance policy. Now, he cared what his friends said about him and what they said about his family. Being questioned about his abilities as a father stung, especially when he was questioning the exact same things himself.
He really shouldn't care what Leonard and Howard's view of him were anyway; he didn't care before after all. Elliot was his son, not theirs. He should never have to explain himself to anyone other than his wife.
"Elliot!" Sheldon called from the porch. When the boy turned to look at him, Sheldon beckoned him to come over to him silently. Suddenly Elliot was in front of him, his eyes asking for an answer as to why his father interrupted his fun playtime. Sheldon knelt down to be eye level with Elliot. "I'm going to be inside with my friends, you'll be okay out here with Aunt Bernadette?"
"Yes, Daddy," Elliot said, the innocents of childhood giving away his sincerity.
Sheldon nodded curtly. "Alright then, go have fun."
Elliot smiled widely at him and bounded back towards his friends.
Just as Sheldon was about to rejoin his own companions, he noticed Bernadette eyeing him curiously. "Yes?" He asked.
Bernadette shook her head. "Nothing. Just never thought I'd see the day where Sheldon Cooper was a concerned father. You're doing a good job, Sheldon."
Sheldon tried to ignore the backhanded compliment and just smiled at her. How little did his friends believe in him to make them all think he would end up a horrible father?
It didn't matter. Amy's opinion mattered, not theirs. He kept repeating this over and over again. Because maybe if he told himself this enough, he would actually start to believe it.
He went back inside to the living room where his friends were finishing up a round of their video game. There would have been a time where that would have angered him… the fact that they started without him. However, since becoming a parent, he had learned to overlook tiny inconveniences like that. Sheldon still had a hard time with things not being a certain way, but it was one thing that got a lot easier when Amy went on bedrest. He simply had more to do and didn't have time to worry about such mundane things, such as his friends starting a game without him. And he really thought his friends would take notice of his personal growth.
Yet, as he sat down, Raj quipped, "what? No lecture about us starting without you?"
"I had to talk to my son, I think that trumps missing a round," Sheldon shot back, reclaiming the armchair.
Raj nodded. "Fair enough," he conceded.
Leonard and Howard said Nothing, and Sheldon assumed it was because they understood what he was going through. Or at least that is what he hoped to be true.
While the five men played their video game, round after round, Sheldon left himself slightly tuned in to whatever was happening outside. His quote-unquote "Vulcan hearing" finally served a good purpose. For the most part, the children seemed to be having a good time. They would go quite sometimes, and Sheldon wasn't able to hear them, he could only trust Bernadette's watchful eye.
Every once in a while, they would have to break for one of them to use the restroom. It was to be expected with how much soda they were all drinking. Sheldon was already working on his 3rd.
"So, Sheldon?" Howard asked as he set his glass back onto the coffee table. "What are you gonna do once the baby is born?"
Sheldon crinkled his eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Leonard and Howard shared a look. One Sheldon wasn't so sure he was fond of.
"Well," it was Leonard who spoke this time. "We've noticed you have been having a hard time recently, you know, with Amy on bedrest and all. How's it going to work when your daughter is born?"
"It's hasn't been that hard," Sheldon protested. "Besides, once Amy is able to be on her feet again, I'm sure it will be manageable."
"Yeah, but she is going to be busy taking care of a newborn. Doesn't really open up much time for her, does it?" Howard's question was rhetorical, Sheldon knew this. But again, he didn't know what Howard was trying to imply.
"Howard, I gotta be honest, I don't know what you're talking about," Sheldon admitted. "I am still Elliot's father; the baby being born isn't going to change that. Besides, Amy and I have already discussed what our plan is after the baby is born."
"And?"
Sheldon sighed. Why were his friends pushing this so much? "We will both take our respective 6-week maternity and paternity leaves and care of our children!" his response was almost forceful; he was going on the defensive. "Then we will decide what our next course of action will be depending on our circumstances."
The foursome sat there in silence. Sheldon was angry. And confused. Was Amy this worried about his abilities as a parent? Because his friends seemed to be given that they looked for every opportunity to question him.
Sheldon looked down at his shoes. "Why do you keep bringing into question my abilities as a father?" he asked quietly.
"We've known you for a long time, Sheldon," it was Leonard who spoke now. "We're sure you're a great father, but change has always overwhelmed you and…"
"Oh, I see," Sheldon interrupted. "This is about my train trip back in 2014."
"No!" Howard protested. "Leonard is right, Sheldon. Change has always overwhelmed you, and with Amy on bed rest, you're in a vulnerable place right now. We just want to make sure you and your family is okay."
A recollection of Sheldon's childhood appeared in his mind. His own father's death, how he grew up without him. How distraught his mother was. That loss almost tore apart his family. Despite his imperfections, and there were many, George Cooper was a man who devoted himself to his family. Yet, in the end, Sheldon still had to grow up without him.
Would he follow in his father's footsteps? Would the stresses of responsibility consume him and drive him away from Amy and his children? Sheldon had promised himself that he wouldn't be a father who abandoned his children. But was Howard right? Was he too overworked and overwhelmed to see it already happening?
No. He needed to shake the thought of even the possibility from his head. Amy would never forgive him if he even hinted that he had thought about it.
"Sheldon?" Howard's voice broke him from his musings. He continued when Sheldon looked up at him. "We didn't mean any harm, but we just wanted to let you know that if you guys ever need help, we're only a call away."
Raj and Leonard nodded, agreeing with what Howard said. Even though they have been secondhandedly judging his parenting style all day, their support warmed him a little bit. It was nice that they still cared for his children, Sheldon supposed. Would they ever learn to stop throwing jabs at him, though?
As Stuart reappeared, the men carried on with their video games. And Sheldon didn't win a single round, despite being a pro at the game they were playing. His mind was somewhere else, and he couldn't care less about coming in 3rd place almost 5 times in a row.
The day went by fairly quickly, to Sheldon's surprise, it was 3PM before any of them had even realized. The children had pretty much kept to themselves all day, except for their brief lunch break. When Howard, Leonard, and Sheldon went back out to the yard, they found that the boys had pretty much tuckered themselves out. Who knew what they were doing out there all day, but at least they appeared to have fun.
As Leonard was saying goodbye to Howard, Sheldon was helping Elliot with his shoes again. He knew he should have pushed Amy harder for the Velcro sneakers, but that woman was insistent on getting lace-up. But, shocker, Elliot had no interest in learning how to tie them.
"Still haven't taught him how to tie them, I see," Leonard observed as he stepped up behind him in the entryway.
Sheldon shot him an irritated look. He wasn't in the mood for his friend's judgment anymore. "Well, he'd rather learn about chemistry than learn how to tie his shoes. Can't really blame him, science is always more interesting." Sheldon smirked up at Elliot, who perked up when his favorite subject was mentioned.
"Chemistry, huh? I'm surprised you're not more up in arms about it not being Physics," Leonard replied.
Finishing the last loop on the tiny shoes, Sheldon stood up and turned to face his best friend. "What's important is seeing my son happy. If that's chemistry, then so be it."
He gave the shorter man no opportunity to respond and turned his back to him once more. Elliot was tired, he needed a nap, and more so than ever, Sheldon wanted to be home.
The car seat gave him a lot less trouble the second time around now that he knew what he was doing. Helping Elliot get in and out of the car took much less time than before. And Leonard didn't even ask once if he needed help. Sheldon took that as a win.
"Daddy?" Elliot's small voice asked as Sheldon worked on getting the seat out of the car. He made a noncommittal noise in response to his son as he unhooked the last latch. "I'm tired, can you carry me?"
Sheldon bid Leonard and Isaac goodbye before responding to his son's query. Elliot did look dead on his feet, and Sheldon genuinely did not believe he would be able to walk himself upstairs to his bedroom. Instead of verbally telling him he would, Sheldon simply bent down and picked up his son. His small head rested against Sheldon's shoulder as he walked them into the house. Sheldon set the car seat down next to the front door and began climbing the stairs.
He helped Elliot into his PJs and tucked him in for a much needed short nap. The kid was out before his head hit the pillow.
"Hey, you're home!" Amy exclaimed as he walked into their bedroom. "How was your day?"
Sheldon plopped down on the foot of the bed. "Well, Elliot wore himself out playing with Michael and Isaac. He's down for a nap right now."
"Sounds like he had fun then?" Sheldon could almost hear the smile in her voice. Elliot's happiness brought her Nothing but joy.
"He did."
"And you? How was your day?"
Sheldon pinched the bridge of his nose. "It was… alright. The guys and I played video games all day."
Amy's foot nudged him, urging him to look at her. "Sheldon, what happened? You sound tense," she observed.
He reached beside him and rubbed her ankle softly. "Nothing happened," he lied. "You know how it is with the guys sometimes, we bust on each other."
"And that's alright, but you seem bothered by something. Was it something they said?" Amy asked softly, her comforting voice soothing him a little.
'Yes, it was something they said. It's what they were all implying.' Sheldon thought.
Pivoting his body so that his leg was under him and he was finally facing her, Sheldon still didn't meet her eyes. "It wasn't so much what they said as it was what they were eluding to."
"And that was?"
"That my parenting skills are lacking," he bluntly stated. Because that's what it was. Even if that wasn't what his friends were implying all day, that is how it was perceived.
Sheldon waited for a response from his wife, but she was dead silent, waiting for him to continue. "I mean it wasn't like they stated it outright, but they kept asking things like what we're gonna do after the baby is born? And how you are going to handle having to raise two children as if I am not going to be here. Maybe I'm reading too much into it," Sheldon dismissed. He didn't want to dwell on what they said. Mostly because he was afraid Amy would confirm what they said.
"No, you're not," Amy told him. "They have no right to ask you those kinds of questions and imply that you are a bad father because that is not true."
"Isn't it, though? I mean, Elliot prefers you over me any day. Doesn't that say something about my abilities as a father?"
Amy sighed, her eyes pitying him. "No, Sheldon, it doesn't. It's scientifically proven that children depend more on their mothers during their developmental years. Elliot being more attached to me has nothing to do with your parenting abilities. Despite that, that doesn't mean Elliot doesn't love you."
Sheldon stayed quiet for too long because Amy kept talking. "Did you know, when I take him shopping with me if he sees something he knows you like, he always asks if we should 'get it for daddy'. He does it all the time. That new Flash shirt I got you a few months ago? Elliot picked it out for you. Because he knew that it is your favorite superhero. Elliot loves you, Sheldon, he just has a different way of showing it."
He had no idea. Sheldon knew Elliot had a heart of gold, something that he openly displayed for Amy on a daily basis, but he was always much more reserved towards Sheldon. But Amy was right, in his own special way, Elliot did show him his love. It just wasn't as apparent right now, maybe when he gets older, it'll be a different story.
Sheldon remained quiet for a moment. "I suppose I know why Elliot prefers you over me, but in general, I've been questioning myself as a father."
Amy put on her worried face again. "Why? Has something been bothering you?"
"I second guess everything I do. Every little thing in regards to Elliot, I am always asking myself if it was the right thing to do. Am I too protective? Not protective enough? Did I discipline too much or too little? It's been a lot to handle since you went on bedrest," Sheldon confessed, keeping his eyes low.
"Sheldon, why didn't you talk to me about this sooner?" Amy asked. "I could've calmed your worries."
Sheldon shrugged. "I thought I could handle it on my own. You're growing an entire human; I didn't want to burden you with my insecurities." He looked up at Amy to gauge her reaction. She looked concerned for him. "They didn't bother me that much, honestly, until they were all but confirmed by our friends today."
"Well, our 'friends' will be hearing from me about how they treated you today," Amy spat angrily, her eyes remaining soft for him. "For the record, you can burden me with anything, Sheldon. Especially when it comes to our son. I don't like that you've been feeling insecure about it and not talking to me. You're going to burn yourself out."
"I know," Sheldon said. "But I thought I could handle it on my own. When I heard what our friends said, I started to wonder if you felt the same way… that I am a bad father."
Amy lurched forward too quickly for someone on bedrest. She reached out to him. "Of course not! I think you're a wonderful dad, Sheldon. You go above and beyond for Elliot, and I have no doubt you'll do the same for this little one," she said, pointing to her ever-growing stomach. "It wasn't fair for your friends to bring your parenting into question like that. It doesn't concern them. How we decide to raise our son is between you and me, no one else."
Sheldon smiled gratefully at her. How she could calm him down so easily was still a mystery, but he loved it when she did. He tilted backward to lay back on the bed. Amy, who was still sitting up, gently ran her fingers through his hair. Something she'd learned relaxed him very much.
Something was still troubling him from earlier, though. His established reputation as a flight risk and the lingering fear that he would one day abandon his wife and children.
"Amy," he spoke quietly, getting her attention again. "Howard indirectly brought up that time I ran away on a train back in 2014."
The fingers in his hair tightened into a grip suddenly. Sheldon knew that was still a sore spot for Amy. "What does that have to do with anything?" she asked as she loosened her hold on his tresses.
Sheldon gulped before he spoke. "Well, he was saying he was worried that I would be too overwhelmed with all the changes that will occur when the baby is born. Howard never blatantly said he was worried I would run away again; I did that on my own. I mean, I already have a history of fleeing when things get too hard. What if I decide to do that again in the future?"
Amy's hand stopped moving altogether this time. She wasn't responding, and to Sheldon, she appeared to be thinking. His nerves couldn't handle it, and he started rambling. "I know I shouldn't even think like that, and you're probably mad at me for doing so. How could I even think about leaving? I grew up without a father why would I even consider the possibility that I could do the same to my own children? How-"
Amy silenced him with a finger against his lips. "Shhh, it's okay, I'm not upset." She told him.
"You're not?"
"I'm not because I'm not worried about that, Sheldon. Do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because you're not the same man you were back in 2014. You've grown a lot since then, Sheldon." Amy said, smiling now. "I didn't marry a flight risk. I married a man who learned from his mistakes and grew as a person. You're going to get overwhelmed, and you're going to be stressed, that's parenting. But I'll be by your side to help you, just as you will be by mine. We're partners in this. You felt alone when you ran away in 14', you're not alone now. And that's why I am not worried about you getting on a train and leaving me forever."
He sat up to her eye level, truly at a loss for words. "I love you," he said, unable to find anything else to express his admiration for her.
She smiled at him, just like she always did when he said the three magic words. "You are an amazing father, Sheldon. When you're down on yourself, I know it can be hard to remember, but I am always here to talk to if you need reminding."
Sheldon nodded. "Thank you, Amy," he whispered and leaned down for a chaste kiss.
"You're welcome," she hummed. "I am still going to call Penny and Bernadette, though. I will not tolerate people being unnecessarily mean to my husband."
Sheldon waved his hand in protest. "You don't have to do that."
"Yes, I do," Amy insisted. "They wouldn't hesitate to call me and rake you over the coals if you did what they did today. I won't stand for the constant meddling in our relationship anymore. It's hurt both of us on one too many occasions, and that needs to stop."
She was right. Their friends had been putting in their two cents about their relationship since day one. And they'd both enabled it for too long. Their children are where they were drawing the line.
"Alright, you do what you need to do, Amy. I will stand behind whatever you tell them," Sheldon affirmed.
"I will call them tomorrow, right now the baby just wants to cuddle," Amy smirked.
Sheldon raised an eyebrow at her. "The baby does, or Mama does?" he playfully asked.
"Would you believe me if I said both?" Amy pouted her lips slightly, doing that pleading thing she knew he couldn't resist.
Sheldon sighed theatrically to keep up with the playful mood that had suddenly been bestowed upon them. "Well, I suppose I really have no other choice, do I, Dr. Fowler?"
Amy shook her head as she worked to lay down. Sheldon knew better than to ask her if she needed help. In both of her pregnancies, Amy had pretty much insisted on remaining independent up until it was no longer physically possible. Just like with the car seat, even though it took her a couple of minutes, she eventually got there. On her side, facing him, basically using him as a human body pillow. He didn't have a problem with it, whatever made her the most comfortable.
"You do realize Elliot is going to wake up soon?" Amy told him after a few minutes in comfortable silence.
Sheldon nodded against his pillow. "I am aware. But we haven't had much time alone since you went on bedrest, I'm kind of just trying to savor it."
She brushed his brow lightly, swooping back his unkempt hair. "You've been working hard, Sheldon. I'm really proud of you."
"For what? I've just been doing my job, taking care of Elliot."
"Exactly," Amy responded. "You've stepped up and been such a good dad, Sheldon. I always knew you could do it. That's why I am proud of you."
Even when his friends all thought he would fail, Amy knew he had the capacity inside of him to succeed. Amy always believing in him. Even no one else did.
There were a few peaceful moments where they just laid there, side by side. Reconnecting as husband and wife. Just like it used to be before Elliot flipped their world upside down in the best way possible.
Sheldon never wanted it to end, but the little pitter-patter outside the door put a kibosh on that real fast. And Elliot's mimic of Sheldon's knock killed any magic left from the moment.
Amy gave him an apologetic smile. He knew she would get up if she could, but right now, whatever Elliot wanted was his responsibility.
Swinging the door open, there stood his son clad in his superhero pajamas, teary-eyed. "Hey, what happened?" Sheldon asked worriedly, kneeling down to his level.
"I had a nightmare?" Elliot confessed in a little voice. He was reaching his arms out towards his father, asking silently for some comfort.
Scooping Elliot up into his arms, Sheldon patted his back and hushed him as the little boy cried in his shoulder. Amy was watching concerned from her place in the bed.
"You want to lay with Mama for a little while?" Sheldon offered, and Elliot nodded immediately. He set the boy down on the bed and watched Elliot hastily scramble over to his mother. "Gentle," he reminded Elliot as he relaxed in Amy's embrace.
"I'm going to go get dinner ready," mouthed Sheldon, already making his way back to the door. Amy acknowledged him with a thumbs up and turned her attention back to Elliot.
He stopped in the doorway and watched the pair for a moment. Sheldon didn't think this was ever something he would have. A wife and two kids. Sheldon also didn't think it was possible for him to be this genuinely happy. Yes, he had his insecurities and doubts, but Elliot made him smile every day.
Amy caught his eye as he continued to watch the scene in front of him. And when she whispered, he almost didn't pick it up but was glad he did.
"Good job, dad."
Even if their friends never thought he was good at the whole parenting thing, Amy did, and in the end, hers was the opinion that mattered.
A/N: I'd like to personally thank DrummerGirl66 for helping me out with this one. She gave me the inspiration for this…. Thank you again, love *hugs*
I hope you all liked this one, it's been a while since I have done a prompt :)