Brent's Daughter One Shots

Hungover

Brent pressed the record button. "Hey, people. Uh, so today I'm actually not busy with Shinedown stuff for once, so I'm spending the day at home with my baby. I actually hung out with the guys last night and my daughter was with us, and she wanted to have some adult fun and drink some adult beverages, so I let her because she's been good while we've been on tour and because why not? So she had a couple beers, which Sir Barry Kerch supplied. And she ended up drinking too much. She got absolutely wasted and was just running around singing Shinedown songs and laughing her little ass off, and then she literally just straight up passed out, so I picked her up, carried her to her bed, and tucked her in. And now it is morning and I am checking on her." He aimed the camera at his daughter and gently petted her, pushing her hair back away from her face. "She's doing okay, still sleeping. It's only about 8 in the morning here, and usually I'm not a morning person, but today I woke up at like 7:45 and just didn't really want to go back to sleep, so here I am." A second later, he felt his daughter move her head. He looked over at her to see her eyes opening, and she looked around groggily. "What happened?" she muttered. "Shh, shh," Brent said softly. "You passed out, baby. You had too much to drink last night." His daughter blinked. "What time is it?" she asked, trying to sit up. Brent put a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her back down. "No, no, baby, you lay down," he said. "I don't want you to make yourself sick. It's 8 am." Her head plopped onto the pillow. "Okay. I'm tired." He leaned down and kissed his daughter's head. "You can go back to sleep. We don't have anything to do today, so I'll be here with you." Quinn yawned and rolled over, burying her head into her pillow. A few seconds later, she was snoring softly. Brent smiled and stroked her head. "Sweet dreams, my little angel," he whispered. He tucked her covers around her so she'd be warm enough, then stood up and walked out of the room. As he entered the main room, Zach opened the door and stepped inside. "Hey, man, what's good?" he said, a little too loudly for Brent's liking. "Shhhh!" Brent hissed. "Dude, keep it down! The baby is sleeping and she's still hungover from last night!" Zach went pale. "Shit, I forgot. Oops. Sorry, man." Brent rolled his eyes. "What are you even doing, barging into my hotel room at 8 in the morning?" "Eric and Barry said since we got nothing going on today, we should do lunch or dinner. I just came in to tell you." "That sounds great, but let's definitely do dinner. I need to spend most of the day with my daughter, especially if she ends up getting sick."As soon as those words were out of his mouth. he heard a door being flung open and footsteps running madly down the hall. His daughter shot past. Brent knew exactly where she was going. "Fuck! Shit!" he yelped, starting to run after her. "I got her, Brent," he heard Zach call, seeing his best friend chasing his daughter to the bathroom. He followed Zach and Quinn and was just in time to see his daughter collapse onto her knees in front of the toilet and begin retching into the bowl. Zach was right behind her, holding her hair back with one hand and rubbing her shoulder with the other. "Okay, okay," he said softly, trying to calm his niece down. "Uncle Zach's got you. Shhh, it's okay." Brent heard his daughter crying each time she stopped throwing up. He buried his face in his hands. Fuck. I really shouldn't have let her drink so much. My poor baby is gonna be miserable all day. His daughter had stopped retching now and was resting her head between her arms on the toilet bowl, panting heavily. Zach was rubbing her back and telling her to breathe. Brent sighed and went to get some nausea medicine. The toilet was flushed, and Brent heard the sink running as his daughter washed out her mouth. Zach led her slowly out of the bathroom, and Brent had to keep from tearing up at the sight of his daughter's pale greenish skin tone. "I'll take her back to bed," Zach said. "Should I go out and get some ginger ale for her, too?" "You don't have to do that, man," Brent told him. "Don't trouble yourself." Zach waved him off. "Don't worry about it. She's my niece. As long as I'm here, I'm gonna help you take care of her." "Zach-" Brent started, but his friend cut him off. "Brent, you're a single father. It's okay to accept help sometimes. I don't expect you to take care of a child on your own. Not saying you can't do it, of course, but I also don't want you stressing yourself out. Let me help." Brent sighed. "Alright, fine. You can help. I do want her to have some ginger ale." "I'll go get some, and you can stay here with Quinn. She needs you." Without another word, he herded Quinn back to her bedroom. Brent followed them. Zach was sitting next to Brent's daughter on her bed, stroking her head the way her father did to make her calm down and go to sleep. He knew she liked that. Her eyes were still open, and she looked almost as pale as a ghost. Brent's heart swelled with love and guilt for his poor baby. Zach saw him coming and stood up to let him sit with his daughter. "I'll go out and get some ginger ale. Maybe some saltines, too." "That'd be great," Brent said. "Thanks, Zach." His best friend left. Beside him, his daughter moaned softly and weakly. Brent rubbed her head the same way Zach had been. "Shhh, honey, it's okay," he said softly. "Daddy's here. I know you don't feel good. Just get some rest." He kept stroking her head to settle her down. "Daddy," she whispered. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" he asked her. "How long am I going to be sick?" "Just for the day," he said. "You'll feel better tomorrow." She moved so she could put her head in his lap. Brent let her snuggle down into his lap while he started to rub her back. "My stomach hurts," she mumbled. He sighed. "My poor little babycakes." He knew he tended to baby his adult daughter, but he couldn't help it. His children were the most important people in his life, biological or adopted. "Uncle Zach is going to bring you some stuff to help with your stomach. You'll feel better after that. Just stay here in bed and get some rest, okay, babycakes? I don't want you making yourself sick again." She nodded. A little while later, Zach returned with a six pack of ginger ale and a small box of saltine crackers. Quinn nibbled on a saltine and sipped some ginger ale on ice, as Brent had instructed her to, and when she was done, Brent tucked her back in, gave her a kiss on her forehead, and let her go back to sleep.