So, I have a fair few one shots both sitting unfinished on my laptop, and floating around in my head, that include Hathaway's little family from my Family Matters series. I can't really promise when it will be updated but I have little free time at the moment, so it's likely not to be very regularly. Also, they won't be in any kind of order, so I'll probably jump around the timeline a lot.
It might be an idea to have read the Family Matters series at some point, as a lot of these one shots will be back story and future story and little vignettes. And they will make more sense if you have an idea what its based on. Its probably not essential though, if you don't want to.
Lastly, I have got little snippet ideas from before the fics start, to right up to James' declining years. So they aren't all going to be happy and sweet. But I will put any relevant warnings at the beginning of the relevant chapters.
Hope you enjoy!
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James snuffled quietly as he woke up. It always surprised him when he realised he'd had a full night's sleep, free of nightmares. He feels the bed move next to him, and a hand snakes onto his shoulder.
"Hey Bambi. Seems you slept through the night."
He hums in agreement, content upon waking for the first time in at least a week. Then suddenly, one eye snaps open, as his sleep fogged brain catches up with what his wife just said.
"...Bambi?" He says, turning over to face his grinning wife. "Since when am I Bambi?" Her grin only widens, and he knows he's in for it.
"Since you fell off the bed last night."
"I didn't fall," he mutters. "I changed the altitude of my position."
"James, you tumbled off the bed, knocked the lamp off the bedside table, and swore so loudly that I thought the lady next door was going to call the police."
"I was trying to push my shoes out of the way, without getting out from the covers!"
"Why were you even doing that?" He sighs, knowing that his answer, however truthful, is only going to dig him in deeper.
"...So I didn't trip over them this morning." She tries, he'll give her that, but its no use. She's starts laughing, and he soon finds he can't help but join in. He cuddles up to her, smiling as her laughter jiggles his head where its resting on her shoulder.
"Let me get this straight," she says, as she gets herself back under control. "You fell out of bed last night, trying to move your shoes, with the explicit intention, that you didn't fall over."
"...Yes." It sets her off laughing again, and he reckons he could probably listen to that sound forever.
"Plonker." He grins at her, and then remembers his more pressing issue.
"Why Bambi?
"I just...you were on the floor, blinking up at me all confused, limbs everywhere...like a newborn deer."
"I was still half asleep!" She must have taken it to mean that he was upset, not that he intended it that way, because she rests her head on top of his, and takes his hand.
"Deer's have been my favourite animal since I was a little girl you know?"
"Is that so?"
"Mm-hmm."
"I suppose I've been called worse things." A thought occurs to him, and he twists his head to look up at her, eyelids drooping, despite the good night's sleep he'd had. "You're off work today aren't you?"
"Yeah, I am love."
"Funny that," he murmured happily. "So am I."
"What should we do with this precious time then?" He wriggles, and pulls the covers up to his shoulders.
"Think we should do this for a bit longer."
"Anything you want Bambi, anything you want." He pokes her in the stomach in retaliation, and falls asleep to the sound of Chrissy chuckling to herself.