𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐞 {𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞} [𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐎𝐂]

♡Chapter 178♡

{Poppy's pyjamas}

It was the middle of the night, and the Tanner house was quiet...except for Poppy's room.

At 2 am, JJ was crying in her arms, his little voice echoing through the walls. Poppy sat on the edge of her bed, rocking him, her blonde hair messy, her eyes tired but determined.

"I don't get it, buddy." She whispered, her voice breaking a little. "I fed you, I changed you...what else could you want?"

Tears blurred her eyes just as the door creaked open. Jesse peeked inside, hair tousled from sleep, wearing a soft grin.

"Hey." He said gently. "You alright? Need any help."

"I've got it." Poppy said quickly, clutching JJ tighter. "I don't need help. I'm his mom. I can handle it."

Jesse walked in anyway, sitting beside her. His tone stayed calm, easy. "Nobody's saying you can't, Pops. You're doing great. But even the best moms need help sometimes." He held out his hands. "Let me try."

Poppy hesitated, then finally passed the baby over.

Jesse held JJ like it was second nature, bouncing him gently. He began humming softly—one of his own songs, the kind he used to play late at night when the house was quiet. The simple melody filled the room, low and steady, and JJ's cries slowly faded. His tiny body relaxed, his head resting against Jesse's chest.

Within minutes, JJ was asleep.

Poppy stared, half in awe, half exhausted. "I...I've been trying all night. And you just...sing, and he's out?"

Jesse chuckled softly, glancing down at his grandson. "Because I've done this before. With you."

Poppy blinked. "With me?"

"Oh yeah." Jesse said, smiling at the memory. "You were a tough one, Pops. You'd cry for hours. I tried everything—bottles, rocking, pacing the hallways. Nothing worked. Until one night, I picked up my guitar and sang you a song I wrote. And just like that...silence. Out cold."

Poppy's lips curved into a small smile. "So he gets it from me?"

"Every bit of it." Jesse nodded. "The stubborn streak, the set of pipes...and the taste in music. This kid's got Katsopolis written all over him."

That made her laugh, the tension finally breaking. She looked down at JJ, asleep now, his little hand curled against her chest as Jesse placed him back in her arms.

"You're not failing him, Poppy." Jesse said softly, slipping an arm around her shoulders. "You're learning. And you're not doing it alone."

Poppy leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder, the weight of the night finally lifting. "Thanks, Dad."

"Anytime, Pops." Jesse whispered, kissing the top of her head.

And there they sat, three generations together in the soft glow of the lamp.