Some Fluffy Among Us Logic One-shots

Baby Brother

[Synopsis: The year is 2003. Just one week has passed since Mr. and Mrs. Playson brought their newborn son home from the hospital. Their four-year-old daughter, Jessica, has been a bit skeptical of him ever since then...Hopefully, she'll warm up to him soon enough.]

[Location: The Playson family household.(Headcanon names were made by Bootieos16, barring Dum's first name, which is part of the official canon.)]

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"Wow...You were hungry, weren't you, little guy?"

Alan looked down at the tiny red bean swaddled up in one of his hands, then the empty bottle in his other. He was pleased by the fact that James had a healthy appetite, but he wasn't sure whether or not he should offer him anymore; the last time he did resulted in a mess that was NOT pleasant to clean up.

Deciding not to risk it, he flung the old dish towel over his shoulder, held his newborn son over it and gave him a few solid pats on the back. The little red bean let out a surprisingly loud belch for something so small.

"Heh heh...Yeah. You'll hold your own," he said to him. "What am I so worried about? Everything will turn out just fine."

The baby cooed incoherently and reached out toward his father with his tiny hands. Alan stuck his index finger out and let him grab onto it, smiling at the sight of his son displaying fondness for him at such a young age...only to grimace slightly when James pulled his finger closer and put it in his mouth, slobbering on it. But he didn't pull his finger back; the little guy didn't know any better yet...Besides, he knew one day, he'd look back on this memory and smile.

"Is he trying to eat your finger again, Daddy?"

The tiny voice came from beside him, and he turned around to see a pink figure standing there at his feet, looking at him with an eyebrow raised. Alan chuckled slightly and nodded.

"Yeah, he's trying to eat my finger. Y'know, Jess, you did the same when you were his age."

"Ew, yucky..." the older child responded, sticking her tongue out. "When did I stop?"

"Oh, around the time you were starting to crawl. About eight months, I think."

"EIGHT months? That's a long time..."

"I suppose it would seem that way. But those eight months went by, and now you can walk, and talk, and eat solid foods...Your little brother here is going to be able to do all of those same things some day."

"Hm..." the pink mini crewmate nodded. "...Where's Mommy at?"

"Mommy had a rough night, pumpkin," Alan told her. "I told her I'd take over for a while so she could get a bit more rest."

"Oh..."

"Say, why don't I make us some lunch? While I'm working in the kitchen, you can spend some time with your baby brother here. Sound good?"

"Hmm..."

She looked at the little red bean again...He was blowing a razzberry, spit bubbling from his mouth.

"...He's kinda gross."

"Oh, Jessica...." her father remarked as he used the towel over his shoulder to wipe his son's mouth dry. "I know this all seems a little strange now, but soon enough, you'll learn more about him. And he'll grow on you...And you'll grow on him once he's old enough to appreciate you."

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. Now come on. I'll take you over to the couch with him."

The small pink crewmate followed her father into the living room and sat down on the sofa. Alan put his son in his red polka dotted bouncer on the floor to the left of Jessica's feet and strapped him in, giving him a pat on the head before standing up straight again.