844 words of Ray worrying about giving Clay the babysitting detail.

Prompt: I would love to see a fic about the date night that Naima was alluding to in the Disney fic. I think it would be hilarious to have Clay surrounded by their children. (Requested by bracus09)

Written for my 2019 Summer Prompt Challenge on Ao3.

Date Night

"I'm not positive this is a good idea…"

Naima turned to face Ray, hands on her hips and one earing on. He fidgeted under her gaze. "Clay's a responsible adult with basic first aid training. He watches your back on a daily basis. How might him babysitting three children be bad?"

"Uh…well…RJ's walking now, and Clay doesn't have much experience with sort of thing." Ray scratched the back of his head as he attempted to construct more argument. "He was an only child, I mean, it's not like he's had much call to babysit before."

"Yeah…it's not like he helped take care of kids in an orphanage for two years." Naima's face did not flinch.

Ray scrunched his eyebrows. "Wait…what?"

"His grandparents were missionaries, they helped run an orphanage in Kakata when he was a teen." Naima raised her hands, finger pointed at Ray, "You should know that. He's *your* teammate."

Ray cleared his throat, "Okay. So…there's that, but…" He stuttered a bit, mind drawing blanks. Naima turned back around to put her earing on.

"We're going to dinner, it's two hours. Stop fussing and get dressed." Ray did exactly that and when he walked into the living room twenty minutes later it was to see Naima running down the usual spiel with Clay.

Mikey was standing beside him, leaning on his hockey stick and watching Frozen out of the corner of his eye. Jameelah was watching the movie for the third time today.

"You good to go?" Naima raised a brow at him as he walked up. He nodded. She smiled.

There were some hugs, there were some kisses, but in the end… Ray left the kid in charge of his…well, kids. He took a breath, put the car in drive. Naima patted him in the shoulder.

"The baby bird learned to fly a decade ago." She was not comforting.

Still, dinner was delicious, and any time he got to stare at his beautiful wife uninterrupted was a win. He was just starting to think he might have been worrying for nothing when Naima decided they should see a movie too.

"Clay's good with watching the kids," Naima smiled at the text message and Ray swallowed back his words. Naima's shoulders were relaxed, her smile soft, her eyes sparkled in the glow of the restaurant's lighting.

Really though, Jameelah was nine, there was nothing to worry about. There was nothing Clay could teach her that… Mikey was 14 though… And Jameelah was a competitive girl.

"Godzilla starts in 20." Naima picked the movie and they paid. Around the time of the hydra monster regrowing a head, Ray started to relax again.

The movie ended at 8:30. They'd get home just before bedtime. Then Naima decided to stop for ice cream.

"You're doing this on purpose." Ray level Naima with a look and her lips spread wide in a grin. "That's cold, baby."

"Come on, you don't see the irony in you worrying about a man who has literally saved your life watching your kids?" Naima actually giggled, "We've had Sonny babysit, Ray, and Clay's tamer than him."

Ray rolled his eyes, "Sonny is basically a walking-talking teddy bear. Clay…Clay is cool." He pointed his spoon, laden with cookies and cream, at her face. "You underestimate the influence that cool can have."

"Sure." Naima stole his spoonful of ice cream, leaning forward to clamp her mouth down on his spoon before he could retract it.

When they finally pulled back into their driveway, the house was still standing. There were no fire trucks. No police. Naima pointed this all out to him as they walked up to the front door.

First step inside and a nerf dart hit Ray square in the forehead. A squeal quickly followed it, "I got you Daddy! I got you!"

Ray plucked the suction-cupped styrofoam from his head. His forehead creased as he looked around for the culprit. Jameelah wasted no time in running up to him.

"Uncle Clay taught me how to aim!" Jameelah was bouncing on her feet. Elsa nightgown, check. Hair braided, check. "I even beat Mikey!"

Ray smiled at his daughter, kneeling to swoop her into his arms, "That's great baby girl!" He eyed Naima over Jameelah's shoulder, raised a brow.

He left his daughter with Clay for four hours and now she was a sharp shooter. Clay came into view as they walked into the living room. Naima passed them to go check on RJ.

"What're you doing?" Ray's entire face scrunched together as he beheld Mikey, holding a push up. Clay was sitting in front of him, timer in hand.

"It's a mini bootcamp, Daddy," Jameelah told him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned into to whisper, "I can hold my breath for almost two minutes now!"

Clay shot him a smile. Ray picked up the nerf gun sitting on the couch. He shot Clay twice in the chest, "Seriously, Spenser? Boot camp?"

"What? I loved this as a kid." Clay's shrugged, still smiling. Ray snorted. Of course he did.

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