Lemon and Sugar- DNF

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Her name is addicting, like something George has got himself hooked on and will never be able to overcome. But how can he overcome it when her little hand has been wrapped around his finger for about an hour after Dream passed her into his arms. The feeling was strange, warm, like home. It's something that a year ago he would never see himself doing in fear of losing control again, but now, for some reason, he isn't scared anymore.

He isn't scared because the tiny baby sat next to him in the car has shown him how easy it is just to live without fear. He's known her for little over an hour, filling out paperwork taking over most of their time together, yet he would already die in her place if she was threatened.

For this little girl, Adelia Fay Green, has taught him more about life in her one hour than he's taught himself in all of his life.

"Shh", he coos at the baby quietly, voice going soft which he notices pulls a melted smile from Dream in the front seat as he unbuckles his seatbelt to get out of the car.

The blonde rounds the car to Adelias side rather quickly, opening the car door and allowing George to unclog the baby seat. He smiles as Dream lifts her seat up and out of the car, sliding out of the door immediately afterwards.

"Welcome home", he hears Dream whisper at the little baby in the seat who stares with her emerald green eyes directly at the brunette. Her eyes haven't really left his face since he was handed her earlier back at the hospital, as if she's examining him for any flaws she can expect later.

In all honesty it's rather terrifying, being examined by Adelia and her pretty irises that happen to match Dreams so perfectly it's almost uncanny. And as he opens the door, her eyes finally leave his face, darting around the room she's been placed on the floor of.

"Wow", Dream breathes from beside him, "Holy shit there's a baby in our hallway, our baby, fuck", the blonde runs a hand through his hair.

"Yeah", is all George can respond as his eyes trail back to Adelia who Dream has carefully placed on the floor in her car seat.

"What happens now?", the blonde asks, new to this situation and hoping the brunette can guide him even though he's also never been in this situation before.

"We call our friends?", George says questioning, as if he himself isn't even sure if what he's said is the right thing to do.

"Yeah I- we should do that", Dream cautiously and carefully leans down to unclip Adelia from her tiny black car seat that seems to engulf her small body.

And as the blonde leans down to pick her up George is but a man who simply cannot help the way his heart clenches and face warms to a shade of crimson as he watches his husband pick her up. There's something about domesticity that George has always loved, something about its nature that's always made his heart glow with another type of love.

It warms him in a way nothing else can, makes his whole body heat up to a red hue until he's a blushing mess, melting at the thought of his significant other doing something so small and sweet because they love him. Dream picking up their child is the perfect example for this, he becomes akin to putty when the blonde turns around to face him, melting into a little puddle on the floor at the sight of the nervous yet also smiling blonde.

"I said it before but", the blonde pauses, "She really does somehow look like you, I think it's the nose, she's got the same nose shape and it's sweet", and if George hadn't melted already he would've completely collapsed at that. The way Dream spoke so softly and so fondly of him was adorable, enough to turn his cheeks an even pinker hue and for him to raise a hand to sway away the blonde before he said anything else wholesome.

"Lets just-", the brunette stumbles over his words to which the blonde chuckles slightly, Adelia still held tightly in his arms, "Living room?", Dream finishes for him.

George simply nods and they make their way into the living room, setting up his phone against a candle on the centre table so that the whole sofa can be seen and they can sit on it with Adelia in a clear shot.

"They should be free right?", he asks quickly, second guessing his idea for them to call up their friends.

"From the looks of the activity in chat", Dream nods to where all of their friends are still spam chatting, "I'd say yes, they're free".

"Okay", the brunette breathes in slightly, "Okay let's do this", he hits call on the phone.

It rings for just under two rings before every single one of their friends picks up, all of them yelling at the same time with something along the lines of 'where have you been!?'. That is until George turns on his video chat, from there it goes dead silent.

All that can be heard is the creak of the sofa beneath George's weight as he sets himself down next to Dream, placing his finger by Adelia who happily wraps her little hand around it and squeezes tightly. For a moment, he forgets all about their friends on the other side of the screen, the only thing on his mind being the little girl looking at him with more adoration than anyone other than Dream. How she can love him unconditionally is beyond him, though he supposes that's just how babies work.

"Holy shit", comes from Sapnap first who George assumes is sharing the call with Karl, "You guys? Is she yours?", Dream looks at the brunette and they share a nod.

Gasps echo across the call in unison, eliciting a small laugh from George who feels himself be hit by how surreal this is. Though he doesn't have time to contemplate because soon enough there are questions being fired at him and Dream like there's no tomorrow.

Tommy and Wilbur ask something about how long they've known this was going to happen, well, Wilbur does and Tommy just yells that he's proud. Sapnap and Karl burst out into screeches with Bad and Skeppy just awing like the idiots they are.

And for that moment, everything is perfect, all of their friends know, as does George's family as him and Dream let them know shortly before leaving the airport. It's amazing.

Though nothing perfect can last forever, a shrill cry cutting through the cacophony of noise as Adelia bursts out into ugly tears. The small droplets spill down her cheeks and into her baby grow as a look of confusion spreads across Dreams face.

"Sorry guys we'll text you the details, but this is Adelia Fay Green and she's- crying?", George says with confusion laced into his words as he receives some goodbyes before he hangs up the phone and lets it fall down against the table.

"Why is she crying?", Dream asks frantically, all sense of calm seeming to have left his body as Adelia screams loudly at nothing.

"How the fuck would I know", George retaliates, throwing his arms into the air, "Maybe she's hungry? Babies need a lot of milk right? To grow or something?"

"We really should've researched more", Dream speaks loudly over the screams, "No shit!", George replies hastily before running to the kettle to boil some water for the milk formula.

As he listens to the kettle boil, he knows that even though this child is probably going to cause him so much trouble, she's the best thing that's ever happened to him and nothing is going to change that.

He also know that future George would say that as well, the one who has grey hairs coming through from all the running around grabbing things Adelia needs. But there's one thing he doesn't know, and that's how quickly things can escalate.

Although for now he stays in unknowing bliss, waiting for the kettle to boil as Dream hums a song to Adelia as a hope to calm her down. And some might say, it was the perfect mix of balanced and unbalanced.

Though something can always easily tip the scale, it's just a matter of how and when.

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Mmm we all know how much I love my angst within fluff >:)

I hope you sleep well :)