MacGyver Imagines

35. instinct (macgyver)

On April 21st Terran MacGyver was welcomed into the family. He had light blue eyes just like Mac's and h/c hair just like yours. One of the most happiest days of both of your lives. Though nothing could prepare you two for the long road of parenthood.

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"You sure you don't want anymore?" You ask Terran pouting. He was sick that day, barely ate and drank water. Terran was 6, he took on some of his fathers traits such as fascination with making things but time would tell if he would live up to his 'MacGyver' last name and make cool gadgets.

"Mommy? When's daddy coming home?" Terran asks looking at the door.
"Soon baby, soon."

Mac had a last minute mission and had to leave early this morning. Last he checked in with you he was on his way home. Terran frowned wanting his dad.
"Well, while we wait we can watch T.V!" You say. His face immediately changing. Terran rarely watches shows and movies. You and Mac wanted to raise him to not be too attached to technology as much, but when you allowed him to watch t.v his mood always changed. This time was an exception since he wasn't feeling the best.

You sat there on the couch while you both watched a kids channel while Terran was snuggled up against you. At times like these you wished you could take all of the pain he was feeling and transfer it to you. After 15 minutes of watching a show the front door opened. Terran stood up and looked, seeing that it was Mac who came home. Terran smiled.

"What's everyone up to?" Mac asks sitting next to you two.

"Welcome home. How was everything?" You ask giving Mac a kiss on the lips. "Went well, everyone's fine," Mac says smiling. "How's this little guy doing?"

"Sick, but doing well. Right?" You ask looking back down at Terran.
"Not feeling good?" Mac asks conceded and feeling Terran's forehead if he had a fever, luckily he didn't.

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After a few hours you both put Terran to bed hoping in the morning he'd be better.
"How was your day, what'd you do?" Mac asks heating up food to eat.

"Read a bit and worked on painting the deck a bit. Mainly just focused on Terran though," you say.

"Sorry I wasn't here with you today, I'm sure it was busy," Mac says feeling bad for leaving in the morning unexpectedly though he had no choice. "What am I to be upset about, you probably saved the world," you smile.

"Mommy!" You hear Terran yell from his room. Both of you worried that one of the enemies Mac had accumulated was in your child's room. You ran quickly inside, glad to see the room empty Mac right behind you.

"What's wrong sweetie?" You ask sitting next to Terran feeling his head again. "I think I am going to throw up," he says tiredly. "Please stay with me, I'm scared."

"It's okay if you do, Mac can you get the trashcan from outside," You say laying next to Terran holding him close.

"Don't worry buddy Mom and Dad will be here," You say confronting your worried child. Mac returned with a small trash can and placed it on the nightstand.

"Anything hurt anywhere?" Mac asks. Terran shakes his head and closes his eyes. You felt so bad for him, you wondered what it could've been though it was probably just a stomach bug he caught from school.
Mac also lied below Terran opposite of you.

All three of you tired had fallen asleep. At 2AM Terran began coughing, waking both of you out of a deep sleep.
"It's okay," you repeat patting his back. "He doesn't seem to be getting better, Mac," You say timidly. Sure Terran would get sick time to time but never as bad as this.

"I'll take him to the doctors in the morning." With that Terran calmed back down and you two could rest once again. As a parent you always worried, you wanted your child to never feel pain or be sad but there was nothing you could do to end the pain Terran was going through.

The next time you woke it was 3AM, Terran jolted upwards gaging. Startled, you woke up and lunged for the trash can holding it in front of Terran. MacGyver wrapped his arm around Terran comforting him.
"You'll feel much better after this, just relax sweetheart," You say holding his tiny hand.

"Do you want me to get you something to drink?" MacGyver asks Terran. He slowly nods still his face in the bucket. Mac came back with glasses of water for both of you. After a few sips Terran couldn't keep it down and threw up. You were terrified of vomit but acted fearless so Terran wouldn't get scared.

"I'm sorry mommy," Terran says in a calm voice. "No no it's okay, do you feel better now?" You ask rubbing his head. He nods and tries to close his eyes.

"Stay with him, I'll be right back." You got up and disposed of the bucket later returning back to Terran closely snuggled up against Mac. Both of them looking content and at peace. You smiled and retuned back to Terran's side as he slept peacefully once again.

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Not really a 'Macgyver' type of imagine but it's a somewhat cute one!
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