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This fic was supposed to be my Springtime entry for TTU, except I got completely sidetracked and eventually my only connection to the springtime theme seemed to be "babies come in springtime; I like babies; babies are good." Yeah. That happened.

So with a couple quick revisions, I thus toss this one to the fixathon and fauxkaren's prompt about TenII and Rose babysitting Tony. This fits into my 'verse The Domestic Approach, in the gap between the "before" and "after" sections of Ever After, as Rose is pregnant with Sarah. (Doesn't matter at all if you've read the 'verse, though!) Just a bit of shameless fluff!

The house—mansion, really—Pete had given the two of them upon their marriage was large, and consequently, Rose had learned, it was hard to get from one place to another expeditiously when the quickest walking pace you could imagine was a bit of a dignified waddle. It was hard enough getting out of bed these days, harder still to get down stairs. John usually insisted on helping, but she hadn’t seen him for at least two hours, since she’d gone upstairs to nap for however long she could, with the baby’s kicking keeping her awake.

The noises filtering up from downstairs, though, gave her a good indication of where he was, and she trudged slowly down the stairs, stepping carefully—she couldn’t see her own feet, so finding her way was tough. “John?” she called out, her eyes scanning for him once she was down.

“Shhh! She’s the enemy!”

“Oi! Not a nice thing to say about your big sister!”

Rose smirked, moving slowly to the wall separating the foyer from the living room. She pressed her back to it and listened.

“Not my big sister today!” Tony, indignant. “I thought you said we were on a secret mission on Betazoran 9 and that any intruder is the enemy.”

“Right you are, I did.” She could almost hear John’s nose scrunching. “Hmm. She will have to be the enemy, then. Won’t be too happy about that, I’m sure.”

“So we should stay quiet! She won’t hear us!”

“Yes, but,” John, whispering now, “she has super hearing. All the monsters on Betazoran 9 do.”

Rose risked a peek around the molding and into the living room. It took all she had in her not to laugh and blow her own cover.

Pete had connections with nearly all types of businesses, including businesses that specialized in baby products. He’d told them they’d never be in want of anything, really, and thus had presented them a few days ago with an absurd number of boxes filled with nappies. (Not absurd at all, he assured them, as they’d quickly learn.)

Rose had made vague noises about wanting to move them into the nursery, but they hadn’t done it yet. (Or, rather, John hadn’t; these days he was refusing to let her lift anything heavier than silverware.) The boxes had remained in the living room. And apparently two growing boys had found a use for them, as the boxes had been stacked into a fort about as tall as John and about as long across as Tony would be lying flat.

 Rose gave in fast—it was too cute; if anything, she just really needed to take pictures of this. She crept through the doorway and into the living room, speaking in a stage whisper. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper meal… there must be some nice rebels around here I can eat…”

“Hark! She approaches!” Tony, in a stage whisper not much better than her own.

Rose snuffed her laughter into the shoulder of her sweatshirt and then continued, creeping closer to the fort, not that she could move faster if she wanted to. “I smell rebel flesh. And hair gel!”

“Oi!” Her husband, popping up over the top of the fort, though preceded by his hair by quite a bit. “It’s unscented!”

“Pregnancy nose; I win.”

“Doctor!” Tony was tugging at John’s pant leg, if the way John looked down was any indication. “You’ve blown our cover!”

“Suppose I have.” He held out his arms dramatically, like a man manacled. “Take me to your leader, o round one.”

“Oh, you’re asking for it.” Rose rolled her eyes. “You’re going to start in like that, might as well remind you it’s your fault.”

“Funny little expression you lot have: ‘it takes two to tango,’ Mrs. Tyler-Smith.”

“You’re talking like grownups.” She heard a noise that sounded like Tony popping to his feet, although he was too short by half to be visible above the fort. He darted around John and to the outside of the fort. “You promised not to do that when I’m here.”

“He’s got us caught, John.”

“Quite right.” John stepped out from behind the fort as well, crossing to Rose in a few quick steps and kissing her with a gentle tousle of her still sleep-strewn hair, a quick brush of his other hand along her stomach. “What do you say, then, to us going out into the kid-talk only zone?”

“Outside?”

“Outside!”

Tony hollered joyously and darted into the hallway, then, by the sound of it, out the back doors and into the garden. Rose smiled amusedly, then turned to John and waved a hand at the fort. “Found a use for these, did you?”

“Temporary,” John swore solemnly. “The Betazoran 9 outpost will be dismantled as soon as there’s a need.”

“Well, there’ll certainly be a need soon; can’t imagine getting any bigger. Feel like a Slitheen. All this weight stuffed into one covering.”

“Well, if it helps, you’re the prettiest Slitheen I’ve ever seen.”

“I should hope so.” She was about to get on her toes to kiss him, before she remembered balancing would be impossible. “Outside, then?”

“Outside. Good day for it. Tony misses you, by the by; made the fort to distract him so he wouldn’t disturb you earlier. Told him you needed your rest and all. But now that you’re rested…”

“I can definitely play with my little brother. As long as he doesn’t call me a monster again.” Rose couldn’t help smiling even at that. John was a great big brother. He’d definitely be a good dad. “Onwards?”

“Onwards.”

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haveloved
Apr. 28th, 2012 02:09 am (UTC)
Thank you! :)

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