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alwaysenduphere) wrote2010-02-01 07:40 am
alwaysenduphere) wrote2010-02-01 07:40 am
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fic: uhh...sam with a baby.
i'm'a post this here just to get it off my desktop. And since someone who will remain unnamed told me to write something happier, to prove that maybe once, I could. :P
'twas written a while back for some comment fic thing at uh...![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spngenlove as per prompt by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
faithintheboys.
It has no title.
baby!fic
Sam-centric
rated g
574 words
He's tried all the normal tricks to get her to stop crying: bouncing her on his knee, rocking her, flipping her upside down, waving toys of various shapes, colors, and sound volumes in front of her face, but he just hasn't found the solution yet. He's three seconds away from pulling out his phone and calling Dean and screaming "Uncle" in every meaning of the word. Uncle Dean who's on a hunt hundreds of miles away, his last words out the door practically mocking Sam about the fact that Uncle Dean knows more about Rowan than her own father does.
Sam leaves the phone in his pocket.
He can't help but think of how tiny she is, how tiny she looks in his huge arms, how if he just moved the wrong way, he could hurt her, even though Dean insists she's much more resilient than he thinks. He's got Rowan all bundled up in his arms, pacing wall-to-wall in the tiny room of the apartment they use as a kitchen, when it hits him. He's re-arranging the blankets around her when his hand hits her bottom, and for a split second he thinks he's the dumbest person in the world.
He knows what Dean would say, "You're still new, you're learning. Don't blame yourself. And hey, you'll always remember to check her diaper now, huh?" But he still can't quite forgive himself for not thinking of it as he looks down at her tiny squished face, tear-streaked and red.
He remembers Dean mentioning that she had a bit of diaper rash the last time he changed her diaper, so he's sure to grab the cream out of the bag along with the diaper before laying her down on the kitchen table. Usually she screams when he changes her diaper, so Dean's the one who does it the most, but she's been exerting all of her energy for long enough that's its mostly sniffles now. Not that Sam feels any better about that when he unbuttons her onsie and pulls her messy diaper out from under her.
He wrangles with her feet trying to get the fresh diaper underneath her; hasn't quite got the one-handed foot-grab and lift thing down as well as Dean has. He remembers at the last minute to apply the cream when he sees little marks of red in a few spots, so he dabbles some on his finger. Touching her like she's a piece of glass on the precipice of breaking, he tries to apply the cream, but it mostly stays stuck to his finger. Sighing, he applies a little more pressure and hopes that he won't hurt her. Instead, she coos as the cold cream hits her. Satisfied he hasn't hurt her, Sam smiles a little, every moment with her a new and gratifying experience.
Getting the velcro straps in the right spots and tightened without being too becomes something of a task, as Sam the perfectionist comes out full swing for a few moments before Rowan, kicking her legs at him and doing her best to roll over, convinces him that the diaper is secure enough. He forgoes putting her outfit back on, because doesn't want to miss the clues to her discomfort again.
Her blue eyes sparkle at him when he picks her up off the table, and she makes what he recognizes as her happy sound as she curls her way back into his arms.
**
I wish I could sleep. /woe
'twas written a while back for some comment fic thing at uh...
spngenlove as per prompt by faithintheboys.It has no title.
baby!fic
Sam-centric
rated g
574 words
He's tried all the normal tricks to get her to stop crying: bouncing her on his knee, rocking her, flipping her upside down, waving toys of various shapes, colors, and sound volumes in front of her face, but he just hasn't found the solution yet. He's three seconds away from pulling out his phone and calling Dean and screaming "Uncle" in every meaning of the word. Uncle Dean who's on a hunt hundreds of miles away, his last words out the door practically mocking Sam about the fact that Uncle Dean knows more about Rowan than her own father does.
Sam leaves the phone in his pocket.
He can't help but think of how tiny she is, how tiny she looks in his huge arms, how if he just moved the wrong way, he could hurt her, even though Dean insists she's much more resilient than he thinks. He's got Rowan all bundled up in his arms, pacing wall-to-wall in the tiny room of the apartment they use as a kitchen, when it hits him. He's re-arranging the blankets around her when his hand hits her bottom, and for a split second he thinks he's the dumbest person in the world.
He knows what Dean would say, "You're still new, you're learning. Don't blame yourself. And hey, you'll always remember to check her diaper now, huh?" But he still can't quite forgive himself for not thinking of it as he looks down at her tiny squished face, tear-streaked and red.
He remembers Dean mentioning that she had a bit of diaper rash the last time he changed her diaper, so he's sure to grab the cream out of the bag along with the diaper before laying her down on the kitchen table. Usually she screams when he changes her diaper, so Dean's the one who does it the most, but she's been exerting all of her energy for long enough that's its mostly sniffles now. Not that Sam feels any better about that when he unbuttons her onsie and pulls her messy diaper out from under her.
He wrangles with her feet trying to get the fresh diaper underneath her; hasn't quite got the one-handed foot-grab and lift thing down as well as Dean has. He remembers at the last minute to apply the cream when he sees little marks of red in a few spots, so he dabbles some on his finger. Touching her like she's a piece of glass on the precipice of breaking, he tries to apply the cream, but it mostly stays stuck to his finger. Sighing, he applies a little more pressure and hopes that he won't hurt her. Instead, she coos as the cold cream hits her. Satisfied he hasn't hurt her, Sam smiles a little, every moment with her a new and gratifying experience.
Getting the velcro straps in the right spots and tightened without being too becomes something of a task, as Sam the perfectionist comes out full swing for a few moments before Rowan, kicking her legs at him and doing her best to roll over, convinces him that the diaper is secure enough. He forgoes putting her outfit back on, because doesn't want to miss the clues to her discomfort again.
Her blue eyes sparkle at him when he picks her up off the table, and she makes what he recognizes as her happy sound as she curls her way back into his arms.
**
I wish I could sleep. /woe