Newsies One-Shots

Chapter 55 - Spot x Race

Spot and Race are Exhausted But Doting Fathers
Ship - Sprace
Era - Modern
Triggers - Not sleeping.

Race let his smile drop as he said goodbye to his final client of the day.

He loved his job, no question, but everything had been so tiring as of late.

He supposed getting no more than three hours of sleep a night could do that.

But then again, that was all part and parcel of having a newborn baby.

Moving slowly, he made his way back to his office.

As soon as he was inside he dropped himself onto his chair and put his head in his hands, willing his headache to go away.

"Hey Race," Specs said, knocking gently on the door. They both found it handy to have one of their brothers working in the same place. "I have those forms- oh, Racer. Do you need something?"

Race looked up, blinking slowly, his brain not processing what was said to him.

"I'm okay," he said slowly. "You were saying about those forms."

"The forms can wait. You need to sleep," Specs told him.

Race shrugged his shoulders, trying to pretend he wasn't tired but his drooping eyes gave him away.

Specs carefully helped Race stand up and directed him onto the couch he had.

Race tried to fight off Specs, claiming he was fine but when Specs took his shoes off for him and wrapped him up in a fluffy blanket he couldn't help but relax.

And with the room being pitch black after Specs closed the blinds and turned off the lights it was impossible not to let himself drift off.

"Can you-" he started, trailing off as exhaustion stopped his thoughts and his words connecting.

"I'll wake you up in an hour," Specs told him. "You get some sleep."

Specs pressed a kiss gently to the sleepy boy's forehead before leaving the office.

"Thank you Specs," Race mumbled, almost incomprehensible.

"Any time Racer. You relax."

~~~

Spot let out a sigh of relieved as he quietly closed the door to the nursery behind him.

He loved Clara with all his heart undoubtedly but he also loved not being tired all the time.

And he was worrying about Race on top of that. While he himself wasn't getting much sleep, Race was getting even less.

He wanted to scream very loudly when his phone started to ring.

He didn't scream of course, that would have just make his efforts to put Clara down pointless.

Something in his stomach flipped when he saw Specs was calling him.

"Hey Specs," Specs said as he picked up the phone. "Is everything okay? You usually don't call me during day time."

"Race is asleep in his office," Specs informed him. "He could barely function and I got him to lie down and he was out almost straight away."

Spot let out a small sigh of relief. The two people he loved most in the world were asleep.

He would fall asleep himself if he didn't have to do some work.

He wasn't technically working but he still had paperwork that needed doing, so he found himself doing that whenever Clara was asleep.

"Spot? You still there? You went quiet."

Spot blinked, not realising he was still holding the phone.

"Yeah, I'm- yeah. I'm still here," he mumbled into the phone.

"Why don't you try get some sleep too? It'll do you good," Specs suggested. "And I know you're going to ask about if Clara wakes up, just bring the monitor into your room."

"What if I don't hear it?"

"Spot, you'll hear it. Go, have a nap and you'll feel better when you wake up."

Spot nodded before realising Specs couldn't see him. "Sorry I nodded. I'll talk to you soon."

"Okay, bye Spot."

"Bye Specs."

~~~

Spot was woken up by someone shaking his shoulder gently.

"What's wrong?" he asked tiredly, not even opening his eyes.

"Nothing's wrong love," Race told him. "Dinners almost ready and you need to eat."

Spot peeled his eyes open which, though he wouldn't admit it, took up way more energy than he had.

"Race?" he mumbled at the sight of the blob shaped like his husband.

"Yeah, it's me. You were asleep when I got back so I got started on dinner and it's ready so I'm here now."

"You didn't have to do that baby. I would have woken up soon."

"You were out for the count tesoro," Race said, cupping Spot's cheeks. "And I wanted you to get some sleep."

"Oh, you're playing the language-I-don't-speak-card. I can do that too a stór."

"Just come for dinner," Race said with a groan. "I made pasta."

Spot rolled out of the bed and went to the kitchen, always having at least one hand in contact with his husband at all times.

"How was Clara today?" Race asked once they were sat at the table and eating their dinner.

"She was a bit restless but I got her down after her feed and she's been asleep since then," Spot explained.

"I still can't believe she's ours," Race admitted. "We spent all this time planning for our baby girl and now she's here and I still can't believe it. She's just so perfect."

"She definitely gets her perfection from somewhere," Spot said suggestively. "I mean her papa is pretty perfect."

Race blushed. "I just have so much love in my heart, for both of you. I can't imagine a life without you both in it."

Spot reached across the table and took Race's hand, gently brushing his thumb along his husband's knuckles.

"There isn't anyone I'd rather raise a child with." Spot pressed a gently kiss to Race's hand.

Race looked away from Spot, trying to hide the blush rising up his cheeks. "Thank you."

"I love you so much Antonio."

"I love you too Sean."

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