count on me

the fatherhood chronicles

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

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george is sitting on the rocking chair, sapnap cross-legged on the floor and dream standing by the dressing table as he changes rosie into her pyjamas.

"why can't we paint animals on her walls?" sapnap continues to complain, running his fingers through the fluffy rug that he's sitting on. "it would be so cute."

"it would take too long," dream tells him again, for what feels like the millionth time. "and buying so many paints would be expensive."

"and it would be ugly," george tacks on, "none of us knows how to do art."

"speak for yourself," sapnap scoffs, rolling his eyes, "i'm great at art."

dream doesn't mean to laugh, but he does, which triggers george to giggle along as well.

"you guys are mean," sapnap pouts dramatically, not genuinely upset, as he moves to get up off of the floor, "maybe i'll just move out."

"good idea," george chirps jokingly, earning himself two discreet middle fingers from sapnap.

dream ignores the pair as he picks rosie up, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "all ready for bed," he whispers to the baby, bouncing her slightly in his arms as he walks her over to her crib. he leans over the bars, laying her down gently.

unsurprisingly she stands right back up, using the bars to stabilise herself as she tries to reach back up to dream.

"nuh uh, it's bedtime," the blond says, laying her back down again. "you need to get your beauty sleep so you'll grow up to be a princess," he tells her.

on her back, she still reaches up towards dream, grabbing up at him slowly. her wide eyes stare right up at him, face scrunching sadly when he leans away. "dada!"

"did she just talk?" sapnap gasps, looking between the crib and george with a dropped jaw. "was that her first word?!"

"she said your name literally a few days ago," george speaks absentmindedly, not all that focused as he gets up to head over to the crib side.

"oh my god, yeah," sapnap whispers mainly to himself. "how did that slip my mind?"

george joins dream at the crib, leaning down to look at his daughter, and dream just stares at george's side profile with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

his heart is running in his chest, an unmeasurable feeling of pure joy coursing through his very being. dream has had some amazing moments in his life but he thinks this is easily in the top three.

"did she say dada?" george asks quietly, reaching his hand down into the crib.

rosie reaches up in response, wrapping her hands around two of george's fingers and smiling up at the brunette.

"yeah," dream answers, looking down at the baby again. her gaze shifts then, eyes trailing from george to dream, and one of her little hands leaves george in favour of reaching up towards the blond.