Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Nathan Young- Daughter (a)

Misfits One Shot

For the few weeks since you gave birth to your first child, Nathan had been nothing less than a saint. He ran every errand no matter how small or how large if it meant making you and the baby more comfortable, from scouring the entire town when an unexpected formula shortage hit to making sure you had a nice, hearty breakfast every morning. Just with everything, there was a downside. Nathan had little faith in himself to look after the precious bundle of joy, it had taken almost a whole month to convince him that he was capable of being a father whilst you left the house to do some shopping.

"Nathan... everybody alive in here?" You called through the scarily quiet hallway as you dropped your plunder onto the ground and ran sore hands across a tight, painful back. "Hello... Nathan?" You called through again slightly more cautiously. Nathan was never much of a snorer, except when he had had a little too much to drink, but as you carefully tip-toed over mountains of dirtied baby clothes and mountains of toys you heard the ebbing and flowing of heavy breaths emerging over the nonsensical children's programming which you had slowly acclimatised yourself to.

Peering around the hallway door and stretched across the sofa was a fast asleep Nathan, a pool of dribble sat just below his mouth and only a single sock adorned his feet. In his curled locks sat all manner of debris, blue and red silly putty and what looked like a decent chunk of the favoured baby food. Held tightly against his stained shirt, neatly dressed and with a toothless yet divine smile spread across their face the baby lay on Nathan's stomach.

"Tough day for both of you?" You asked, running your fingers across the smooth skin of the baby's cheek and Nathan's stubbly equivalent.

"Hmm?" Nathan rose his arms to protect himself from the sunlight which bled through the open blinds. "Fucking hell, what time is it?"

"Just gone half four or so." You scooped up the sleeping baby and gently awoke them with a rub of your nose against theirs. "Rough day?"

"You could say that... How on Earth do you do this every day? I am absolutely shattered, and they've barely done anything, I think I've cried more than they have." He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and the dribble from his cheek. "You're never leaving me alone with that thing again."

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Written by Aaron.

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