Author:
Amberfly.
Title: On a Whim and a Prayer.
Warnings: None.
Category:
Kidfic.
Feedback. Yes, please.
Well, Danny boy, finally asleep at last, see you stay that way. Where's that stuffed giraffe you're so darn fond of? Ah-huh! Found it! Okay, up you come, you supposed to be keeping my kid company not snoozing on the carpet. Com'on, what's a bit of drool between friends? Don't make me charge you with dereliction of duty, airman!
Damn, you are a beautiful child, know that Daniel? Course you don't, never did know how special you were, did you. That's okay; leave it to me, I'll let you know. Hey, just looking at you makes the sleep deprivation, the impending bankruptcy, the mashed spinach seem all worthwhile. Mind, not so sure about the spinach. Here's a thought, I won't tell Janet if you don't, but between us guys? Mashed spinach is just wrong.
Brrr, why's your window open? Been busy, little guy? That old frame must be rotten, that's the second time tonight I felt cold air in here. Okay, that's' weird, the breeze isn't cold anymore, but feels kind of warm. What's that smell? Is that lavender again?
Hey, baby-boy, when did Carter buy you that lavender scented toy? That perfume is way too strong. Hope she checked to see if it was safe for you to put in your mouth.
What am I saying! This is Carter, the queen of research! Of course, she checked it! She would never do anything to harm you would she! She's such as sap! Not like me, nope, we guys aren't sappy. Okay, just a little, but you gotta keep that to yourself! I have my tough-guy reputation to uphold! Dixon and Reynolds would never let me live it down!
Still, this room reeks of lavender, especially at night.
Think I'll check your toy box anyway, even your hair smells of it. Now, don't give the look! What Samantha doesn't know won't hurt me. Remember? We tough guys have to stick together! No tattling or the giraffe gets it. Hey! No blowing bubbles at me either!
So, kiddo, still awake, huh? Why so restless tonight? Do babies have nightmares I wonder? Pity you can't tell me. Still, you've probably only got a bit of gas. You know me, Daniel, I like gas as much as the next guy, but gimme me a break here, I've gotta get some shuteye.
Oh, hello! Who's that at your door, little man? Shall we go see? Come on, you drive.
Look! It's Carter! Come on, Samantha, don't lurk behind the door, the little guy is still wide-awake, unfortunately. Something woke him up, and I swore he said Mama. He must have wanted the little lion you bought him, isn't her name Nula?
His window didn't shut properly again, so I'm thinking the wind must have woken him. Right, here you go, problem solved. That old elm is scratching at his window; must be the culprit. I'll trim the branches come spring. Oh, by the way, do you use lavender soap? No? Didn't think so. Something in this room stinks of it. What? No, I didn't mean you stink! I meant… leave me alone!
Thank God! Looks like he's given up and fallen asleep! Aht! No you don't! Leave him, Carter, I've already changed his diaper. Oh, by the way, mashed spinach is off the menu. He's had bottle so he should sleep through until morning. If he wakes up again, I'll put him in with me. We've bunked before we'll bunk again.
Think he's teething again? God knows, there's not a toy in the house not covered in Daniel drool. Could also explain the diaper that needed a containment team. Whew! Say, Carter, where exactly were you when Danny needed you? Diaper duty is fun; trust me! Would I lie? I'll save the next one for you, good training in identifying biohazards.
Okay, there it is again. Can you smell that? I don't care if you did buy it, that toy is going. That's a spectacularly blank look. Remember, Carter? The one you bought that stinks of lavender! Don't remember it? Mm, must be sleep deprivation, Carter, all torturers use it. Still got nothing? Okay, that's kind of bizarre.
You know I was thinking we should donate the toys in his wooden chest to the Mountain's day care. They all seem a little young for Daniel now. I'll organize that for tomorrow, the kid will love a box full of shiny new toys. I always worry he'll swallow those army men, so let's trash them. The books can stay, but I'll move them to the den. Cassie assures me that someone called Bob the Builder and Sponge Bob are all the rage.
Crap! Did you feel that? That's a gale coming in! Here, take the giraffe, and mind your step, those little army men are everywhere. Funny, I don't remember seeing them out before. Must be losing my mind!
That's it; Danny is sleeping with me for a while. I'll get those contractors back, maybe there's water damage or something. While they're here, they can trim that old tree. I know I should wait until spring, but's its old and probably needs to go. Might plant another sapling there, elms are great for kids to climb.
Carter, do you remember that nice woman who decorated Daniel's room? What was her name? I want to send her another check; the bank said she never cashed the last one. Hey, didn't she always smell of lavender? There's a co-incidence for you.
The End.