Analogince Dads & Kid Patton AU

[4] - Virgil's (Not Recommended) Guide For How To Become A Dad - Part Three

Help ive never written emile before

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Summary: a needed therapy session, and ...progress

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For the day in honor Virgil had actually changed into clean, sweat and baby-spit-up free clothes, even having done a load of washing the day before to make sure his hoodie was wearable. He knew he did not exactly go to therapy because he was a put together person who knew what he was doing, but it was nice not to look like too much of a mess.

He had loaded everything he could into the stroller he had gotten the day before, Roman driving him to the store to help him look for a good one. Diapers, a bag with formula, a big bottle with boiled water, two baby bottles, a change of clothes, an umbrella, three pacifiers, a towel, a package of wet wipes and a baby jacket in case the blanket didn't warm him enough.

Just... Anything he might need to brave the entire thirty minute bus ride to his therapist, the session, and the thirty minutes back home.

His son was sleeping in the stroller, wrapped up in a blanket, dressed in a brightly blue baby onesie and a pair of purple baby pants, and a pair of pride socks that Roman had knitted.

His knitting crazed boyfriend had presented him with a pair of baby pride socks, with a matching baby pride beanie, and he showed him a picture of an adorably tiny cardigan that was his current project.

Currently he was waiting for the bus to reach his stop, standing up and holding onto a nearby seat tightly to avoid falling as the bus quickly rounded a corner. He had one hand on the stroller to keep it in place, and the other for holding onto the seat to keep himself in place.

He had never been bothered by the bumpy and jerky rides on the bus before, but currently he was stressed that the movements and the noise would wake his son up and make him cry, but so far all was good, and there was only a few minutes left until he would reach his stop.

After he finally got off the bus and walked through the park to the building where his therapy sessions were held he spent a good ten minutes staring at the stairs to the second floor and looking for an elevator.

He had always taken the stairs, but the stroller he was pushing nowadays didn't do great up stairs and he would definitely avoid dragging it up a flight of stairs if he could. He found an elevator eventually, and then walked into the waiting room and paid for his session before sitting down.

He sighed and leaned his chin against the stroller handle, watching the sleeping baby. At least one of them was getting the sleep they needed. He was awfully cute a lot of the time, though, which made it easier to forgive his son from making him wake up every two hours.

It only took a minute or two before his therapist appeared, since it had taken Virgil so long to get up to the second floor, and Virgil stood up.

"Hello, Virgil! And, oh, who's this little cutie?" Emile looked into the stroller, smiling at the sight of the baby and telling his son hi with that kind of high pitched voice that everyone used when talking to pets and babies.

"He's, uh, my son. And I feel like you can now guess why I needed this extra session." Virgil said, giving a strained smile and standing up. Emile paused, then quickly collected themselves.

"Oh. Well, come on in, you can bring the stroller with you." Emile said and smiled much more genuinely, leading him to their office and closing the door behind them. Virgil took the same seat he always did, glad for the fact that he could keep the stroller right next to where he was sitting.

"I assume you have a lot to tell me." Emile said, sitting down in the chair facing Virgil and looking at him curiously as he reached for the rainbow notepad and colorful pen that was lying on the little table next to his chair.