Don't Threaten Me with a Good Time

Gunner Sinclair 45 years old Master Elegance walking arm in arm with a lie.

[i-am-not-marlowe-blog]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair:

“Was it a ‘Toddlers and Tiaras’ kind of thing, or did she just want you to have something to do?” He asked, twirling Salinger as the song came to an end. He let go once he was sure Sal still had his feet under him, giving the boy an overly dramatic bow.

“What if it’s any and every nose he sees?” Gunner asked as he straightened up. “It’s bad enough he’s been putting his hand over people’s mouths, this is harder to play off as a cute antic.”

“What’s Toddlers and Tiaras?” he asked as he finished off the dance and leaned in to give Gunner a swift peck on the cheek. “Thanks old man. Told you, it wasn’t that bad, right?” 

And as agreed, Salinger grabbed a glass of water and started to head from the club. “Well, I mean in that case we’ll go full blown ‘my body my rules’. Teach him a little autonomy and while Im at it I’ll show him how much fun picking your own nose is.” 

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"Oh, my sweet, innocent child," Gunner said, pulling Sal closer and patting his head gently. "Don't you worry. I'm going to teach you everything you need to know about horrible reality tv."

The kiss on the cheek made him smile, and he let go of Sal slightly in order to smile at the boy. "It was an excellent dance, Sal. Good to know that one of my boys can be my plus one, if I ever need one."

He followed after Sal as the asset left the club, chuckling softly. "Can we just teach him to blow his nose? No picking involved?"

[copilotpirate]

“Oy, no, do not chew on it.. that is not what it is for. Look, Charlie, do you see what that is? It is a train. Say train, poquito. Traaain. Is that too hard? Okay, then try: tren. This is much easier, yes? English is too hard for babies. Dice treeen. AH, see? I knew you were secretly a Spanish baby. Do not worry, I won’t tell padre.”

Sitting on a blanket in the middle of the rooftop courtyard, Cesar was attempting to shepherd Charlie through a round of brightly-colored flashcards. The baby really wasn’t having it though, and soon enough under the warm rays of the sun he was nosing his way into the crook of Cesar’s arm, showing all the hallmark signs of an impending nap. Gunner was working downstairs and these days Cesar tried to pull his weight as the man’s roommate by providing free babysitting whenever it was needed. Right now though, a nap didn’t sound too bad. Closing his eyes and leaning against the bench behind him, Cesar turned his face up toward the sun. A moment later he heard the door to the rooftop open and then close, and he sighed heavily and put a finger to his lips for the newcomer’s benefit. “Sleeping baby here. Go smoke or masturbate somewhere else.”

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[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

“But what if I want to smoke *and* masturbate? Is that still okay?” Gunner asked, smirking down at Cesar. “Because you really aren’t giving me anything to work with, otherwise.”

He joined the duo on the blanket, smiling as Charlie blinked at him, the baby clearly too comfy and tired to move. “Hey Charlie Brown. Were you teaching Uncle Cesar the big words today?” He leaned over enough to give his son a kiss on the forehead, then sat back up. “He needs all the help he can get,” he added, resting his head on ‘Uncle Cesar’s’ shoulder as he spoke.

[copilotpirate]

Cesar chuckled quietly, trying not to jostle Charlie too much. “Even more reason why you need to leave then. Charlie does not need to be exposed to your gross habits.”

Smiling down at the baby, Cesar tucked the edge of the blanket more firmly around his little body and leaned his own head against Gunner’s. “It’s true.” He nudged the other man and put on a tone of indignation. “Excuse you, where is MY hello-kiss?”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

Gunner chuckled, reaching out to help tuck Charlie in as well, his smile hopelessly fond. "Considering he's been sticking his hands up everyone's noses lately, I'd say he has his own gross habits already."

He had just gotten comfy when Cesar asked for his own kiss, the words a challenge that Gunner refused to back down from. "You're so needy, Cesar," he teased as he sat upright again. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against Cesar's firmly, letting the kiss linger for a minute before pulling back and going back to his resting place. "Now, shh. Daddy wants to nap and forget about the new idiots that Bellamy is making him train."

[copilotpirate]

Ramb(r)os || Cesar & Gunner

[copilotpirate]

It felt strange to be talking now after spending such a long time in silence, but Cesar hadn’t wanted to disturb whatever thoughts were going through his friend’s head. Gunner had just had to say goodbye to his kid; the man deserved to be left in peace for a while to deal with it. Now though, Cesar’s body was telling him that a rest, whether all night or just for a couple of hours, was long overdue after so much walking.

“It’s fine,” he lied, knowing Gunner would see through him and not caring. “No, I am okay. Besides, any medication we should probably save, yes? They may need it at the stronghold up north.” Because they were definitely going to make it there, eventually. “I just need to lie down for a little while. Do you know how to set one of these up?” Cesar knelt down and began to fumble with the tent poles, finding the whole thing very non-intuitive. “The only instructions are in .. Chinese, so that is very helpful.” He continued to work in silence side by side with Gunner for a while, mulling everything over before he ventured to speak again. “.. How are you doing?”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

“Cesar,” Gunner said, raising an eyebrow at his friend. “How is it really? Are you going to be able to sleep with it hurting? Because I don’t think you will, and you need to sleep. We can spare a Tylenol if it helps you rest.”

As Cesar mentioned the stronghold, Gunner bit back his instinct to scoff. He wasn’t going to give himself false hope that he would make it to there, meds or not. He knew that the odds were slim. He was going to try, of course, because Charlie deserved that much. He just knew that, all things considered, it was better for him to focus on Cesar’s survival than his own.

He moved to help set up the tent, content to let the conversation drop off. The task of deciphering the diagrams on the instruction page was a sufficient distraction, until Cesar decided that he wanted to talk again.

“I’m doing,” he said, quietly. “Which, if I’m being honest, is better than I thought I would be by now.” He shrugged, putting one of the poles in the ground. “Charlie’s safe, and he has someone looking after him who cares about him. That’s all that matters.”

[copilotpirate]

Ramb(r)os || Cesar & Gunner

The tower was in shambles. Everyone - every fucking person Cesar had ever cared about in the place was apparently dead, except for the man beside him. Thank god they’d sent Spencer ahead with Charlie, and the level-headedness Gunner had shown making that decision had been incredible.. Cesar was still in awe of him. He wasn’t sure he could’ve put Mariana on a bus and watched her drive away from him, knowing that the odds were high he would never see her again.

No. Gunner would see Charlie again, and someday Cesar would find a way to get to Mari. They just had to believe that was true. The two had gathered all the supplies and weapons they could and high-tailed it out of the city with a band of other civilian refugees, though they were finding out quickly that safety in numbers wasn’t as much of a guarantee as zombie movies would have you believe. More people meant more noise and more creatures lured in. So a few hours ago, Gunner and Cesar had made the decision to split off from the rest and continue on northbound alone.

The sun was setting now though and Cesar knew they would have to make camp. They’d stopped at a camping supply store on the way out of town and though it had been mostly looted, they’d still found a shitty little two-man tent that was now slung over Cesar’s burly shoulders. The one thing they didn’t have much of was food. Cesar didn’t have a clue how they were going to manage that, but one thing at a time. When they came to a patch of flattish land, Cesar leaned against a fence post and gratefully took some of the weight off his bum leg.

“Think we could sleep here, padre? It looks about as good as any place to me.”

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[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

Gunner looked around, the gun he had been carrying since earlier that afternoon moving along with his eyes. He'd been fairly quiet on their journey, none of his usual quips and snark coming to mind. He'd been working through his decision to send Charlie ahead; the knowledge that it had been the right thing to do was doing little to comfort him. "It's the best we're going to find until we hit another town," he said after having surveyed the area. "Good visibility, but there are trees nearby in case we need to take cover from anything..." He looked back at Cesar and nodded. "We shouldn't stay too long, though. Someone else is bound to come through and make enough noise to get us in trouble." He looked at Cesar, taking in the other man's stance. "How's the leg holding up? I have some painkillers, if you want them."

[copilotpirate]

“Oy, no, do not chew on it.. that is not what it is for. Look, Charlie, do you see what that is? It is a train. Say train, poquito. Traaain. Is that too hard? Okay, then try: tren. This is much easier, yes? English is too hard for babies. Dice treeen. AH, see? I knew you were secretly a Spanish baby. Do not worry, I won’t tell padre.”

Sitting on a blanket in the middle of the rooftop courtyard, Cesar was attempting to shepherd Charlie through a round of brightly-colored flashcards. The baby really wasn’t having it though, and soon enough under the warm rays of the sun he was nosing his way into the crook of Cesar’s arm, showing all the hallmark signs of an impending nap. Gunner was working downstairs and these days Cesar tried to pull his weight as the man’s roommate by providing free babysitting whenever it was needed. Right now though, a nap didn’t sound too bad. Closing his eyes and leaning against the bench behind him, Cesar turned his face up toward the sun. A moment later he heard the door to the rooftop open and then close, and he sighed heavily and put a finger to his lips for the newcomer’s benefit. “Sleeping baby here. Go smoke or masturbate somewhere else.”

@hatethesin-lovethesinclair

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"But what if I want to smoke *and* masturbate? Is that still okay?" Gunner asked, smirking down at Cesar. "Because you really aren't giving me anything to work with, otherwise."

He joined the duo on the blanket, smiling as Charlie blinked at him, the baby clearly too comfy and tired to move. "Hey Charlie Brown. Were you teaching Uncle Cesar the big words today?" He leaned over enough to give his son a kiss on the forehead, then sat back up. "He needs all the help he can get," he added, resting his head on 'Uncle Cesar's' shoulder as he spoke.

[i-am-not-marlowe-blog]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair:

“Art Mom wanted to raise the next Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire?” Gunner asked, deciding not to draw any attention to Salinger tearing up. He was tempted to offer to contact the boys’ moms for them again, but he was fairly sure he’d be turned down the same way he had been before.

“One and a half? That is officially the most adorable mental image I may ever have of you,” he cooed, letting go of Sal’s waist just long enough to pinch his cheek. “While your teaching him to dance, you want to help me out with the ‘no fingers up noses’ lesson? It’s not working out too well for me right now.”

“Art Mom was a dancer in her day,” he said with a small shrug. “But a knee injury limited her pretty early. So she went with a different sort of art.” He laughed a little when the fingers squeezed his cheek, shaking his head as if to brush it off. 

“I mean, no promises. If he’s stuffing fingers in his own nose, all I’m gonna do is tell him to wash his hands when he’s done. Now if he’s stuffing his fingers in other people’s noses, he’ll get the ‘my body my rules’ lecture.” 

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"Was it a 'Toddlers and Tiaras' kind of thing, or did she just want you to have something to do?" He asked, twirling Salinger as the song came to an end. He let go once he was sure Sal still had his feet under him, giving the boy an overly dramatic bow.

"What if it's any and every nose he sees?" Gunner asked as he straightened up. "It's bad enough he's been putting his hand over people's mouths, this is harder to play off as a cute antic."

[brodymurphyyourhonor]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair

“Honestly, if I hadn’t had Alex, I would have been the same way,” Gunner admitted. “He was the one who made the call on everything because I couldn’t decide. If it hadn’t been for Francisco coming to repair the original crib at one point, I wouldn’t have even known that he could make something so much better.”

As they got in the elevator and traveled up to Gunner’s floor, the older man couldn’t help but chuckle. Charlie was still trying to get back on his own two feet, and was currently doing the equivalent of a doggy paddle while stretched across Gunner’s arms. “Brody, I’m sorry that this is your main look at what having a kid is like right now. I’d tell you that this rare, but now that he’s figured out walking? It’s pretty much this, constantly.”

“I’ll call him as soon as possible. The baby is due soon. Hopefully he can work fast.” Brody smiled, though it was a bit of a nervous smile. 

He smiled at the baby, or basically toddler now. “He’s a fantastic look at what having a kid is like. Hopefully my son won’t walk as fast as Charlie. I was never a good runner.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"I'm just glad he decided to walk first," Gunner admitted. "I am not ready for him to start talking. The only little bit of sanity I have left comes from the fact that I legitimately don't know what he's asking for, most of the time. It makes me feel like less of a terrible father if I get it wrong," he added, knowing it could sound mean on its' own.

As the elevator let them off at Gunner's floor, the older man opened the door and immediately put Charlie down, letting the baby take the few wobbly steps to his playmat on his own. "Want to see the crib while he's distracted?" He asked Brody, though his focused remained on Charlie.

[hiddenjemsamuels]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair:

“You are so smart, don’t put yourself down,” Gunner insisted, shaking his head as Jem spoke. “And you’re already a good big brother. Isn’t that right, Charlie? You think Jem’s a good big brother, don’t you?” He smiled as Charlie ignored him, continuing to smack at Jem’s hand excitedly. “See, he agrees with me.”

As Jem offered to find him someone, Gunner shrugged. “If you think someone’s nice, sure. I’m not that worried about it, though. Most people here wouldn’t want to be involved with me because I have a kid, and I don’t have time to play all the games involved in dating.”

“I know. I’m not putting myself down. Promise. I just know my weaknesses. I feel good about myself, don’t worry.” He laughed at the baby that was slapping him. “Yes, he certainly agrees and might give me a concussion.” Not likely but a good joke.

“I’ll keep my eye out. Nice. Not too young. Not too old. Someone that’s good with kids. I’m sure people would want to be involved with you. You’re handsome and a good boyfriend. I’ve seen it.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"If he manages to give you a headache, I'll be shocked," Gunner teased, pulling Charlie back into his lap as their food arrived. He got to work pulling apart a chicken wing for Charlie, giving the baby a tiny piece to try. "Here goes nothing," he said, watching the baby as he chewed.

"You're biased," Gunner countered. "You like me. You're automatically going to say I was a good boyfriend, even though you can't be sure." He went back to helping his son eat, shaking his head slightly. "Besides, finding someone who fits all those things is probably impossible. Especially here."

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

i-am-not-marlowe:

hatethesin-lovethesinclair:

Gunner smiled as Salinger fell into step with him, something in him unreasonably proud of the asset. “Were those lessons taken willingly, or were you two just humoring your moms?” He couldn’t help but ask, even though asking about the twins’ mothers was a sensitive subject.

“I won’t lie, it’s adorable imagining you and your brother practicing a little baby box step,” he added, spinning Sal lightly. “Once Charlie manages to walk without holding onto a table, I may have to get you to teach him.”

“Oh, we were humoring our moms entirely,” he said as he laughed and shook his head. “Mostly just the one. Art Mom, not Lawyer Mom. Lawyer Mom was okay with anything we chose to do, but Art Mom wanted her boys to dance,” he said. And yeah, there were tears in his eyes as he spoke. He couldn’t be blamed. 

“We were good,” he said as he kept dancing. “I mean, we only wanted to dance with each other, and Madame kept making us dance with the girls. But all the same, I’d love to teach him. We were about a year and a half when we started.” 

“Art Mom wanted to raise the next Gene Kelly and Fred Astaire?” Gunner asked, deciding not to draw any attention to Salinger tearing up. He was tempted to offer to contact the boys’ moms for them again, but he was fairly sure he’d be turned down the same way he had been before.

“One and a half? That is officially the most adorable mental image I may ever have of you,” he cooed, letting go of Sal’s waist just long enough to pinch his cheek. “While your teaching him to dance, you want to help me out with the ‘no fingers up noses’ lesson? It’s not working out too well for me right now.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

franciscoxjavier:

“You’re telling me he’s not completely self sufficient?” He asked, feigning shock, before teasing the baby, “Why don’t you get a job like the rest of us?”

Francisco bounced Charlie a couple of times, smiling at the little giggles, before furrowing his brow. “Mmhm. Uh-huh.”  Nodding, and pretending to listen very closely as Charlie babbled on, “I have no idea what you’re saying to me but you don’t seem to care.” Letting Charlie cover his eyes with little hands, “Where’d Charlie go?”

Continuing on with his adult conversation in the middle of peek-a-boo, glancing curiously at Gunner, “…Oh? So you knew him when he was very young.” A pause looking at Charlie again, contemplating growing up here, “There’s a little bit of an age gap, and I’m not sure if we have very much in common, but from what I can tell he’s a good kid, likes to read, and he seems very happy with Ezra so.” He was alright in Francisco’s book. He smiled, “Well, what can I say? I have good tastes - I’d be happy to read to Charlie sometime. I do a mean big bad wolf impression.”

“He told me that he’s ‘taking a year to find himself’,” Gunner said, continuing the bit with a smile. “That he needs to know who he is in diapers, so that he can live the next phase of his life outside of diapers.” He paused, smirking slightly. “Granted, he followed that up by trying to eat his own toes, so do with that what you will.”

As Francisco’s eyes were covered up, the older man couldn’t help but laugh. “He still hasn’t quite figured out peek-a-boo,” he admitted. “We’re getting close, but sometimes he just sits there with his hands on your face like he forgot what step comes next. I fell asleep waiting for him to move his hand the other day.”

He nodded as Fran asked if he had known Beau when he was younger. “He’s always been a good kid. Helpful to a fault,” he added. He frowned slightly, shaking his head. “Daithi never really deserved him. Beau felt like he owed him for being the one to help him, but...They weren’t good for each other.” Just saying the words felt like he was betraying Daithi, but it was true. Besides, Daithi was fuck only knew where, it wasn’t like he was going to hear Gunner badmouthing him.

“Ezra’s good for him,” he said finally. “Beau finally seems to realize that he’s a good person who deserves good things. Honestly, if Ezra hadn’t claimed him, I would have considered it, just to make sure he was being taken care of by someone.”

He tilted his head, fixing Fran with a smile. “Oh, really? Well, I think someone could use a story right now, don’t you Chuckles?” he asked, rolling his eyes as Charlie started to grab at Francisco’s nose. “I’m taking that as a yes,” he said to Fran. “He’s a very hands on audience memeber.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

dontfuckwithaaron:

Aaron took the icepack and immediately held it to his face. The cold making everything feel better. He watched the chaos that was this family and realized that apparently family life was possible in the Tower. Just an insane family life.

“I’ll get some food.” He stood up and started perusing the refrigerator for something to eat while the dog and the man had a dance in the apartment. It was entertaining and certainly not what he was expecting.

Having finally gotten ahold of Ramsey, Gunner carried the dog back to the bathroom to dry him off. That taken care of, he came back out, scooping Charlie off the floor and cuddling him close. “Spence, you’re good if you need a break. I can handle this brat for the rest of the night,” he said, smilng as the asset nodded and headed to his room.

Making his way to the kitchen, Gunner smiled as Charlie immediately waved at Aaron. Waving was Charlie’s newest accomplishment, and he wasn’t shy about showing it off. “Aaron, this is Charlie. Charlie, you don’t actually care who this is, you just want to show off that you can wave, so knock yourself out.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

hiddenjemsamuels:

“Yeah he will. Though I might not be the best influence. I’m not very smart or anything. I don’t know how to be a big brother.” 

He shrugged his shoulders. “I know it hurt. But you’ll be okay. You’re strong and you deserve someone that appreciates and loves you. I can look out for someone perfect for you?”

“You are so smart, don’t put yourself down,” Gunner insisted, shaking his head as Jem spoke. “And you’re already a good big brother. Isn’t that right, Charlie? You think Jem’s a good big brother, don’t you?” He smiled as Charlie ignored him, continuing to smack at Jem’s hand excitedly. “See, he agrees with me.”

As Jem offered to find him someone, Gunner shrugged. “If you think someone’s nice, sure. I’m not that worried about it, though. Most people here wouldn’t want to be involved with me because I have a kid, and I don’t have time to play all the games involved in dating.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

i-am-not-marlowe:

“Oh, Gunner, me and Marlowe took lessons too. For ten years. And we were good,” he said as he shook his shoulders for a second and tried to clear the alcohol buzz from his head in an effort to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing. It took a few clumsy steps, but he finally remembered. 

It wasn’t like riding a bike, but it was still good. 

Gunner smiled as Salinger fell into step with him, something in him unreasonably proud of the asset. “Were those lessons taken willingly, or were you two just humoring your moms?” He couldn’t help but ask, even though asking about the twins’ mothers was a sensitive subject.

“I won’t lie, it’s adorable imagining you and your brother practicing a little baby box step,” he added, spinning Sal lightly. “Once Charlie manages to walk without holding onto a table, I may have to get you to teach him.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

brodymurphyyourhonor:

Brody did as was trusted to him and followed. He raised both eyebrows at the suggestion. “Perhaps I should. I don’t have a crib yet. I spent too much time getting caught up in the reviews of all of them and ended up picking none of them.” 

He would talk to the asset as soon as possible if the crib in Charlie’s room was as magnificent as Gunner made it seem.

“Honestly, if I hadn’t had Alex, I would have been the same way,” Gunner admitted. “He was the one who made the call on everything because I couldn’t decide. If it hadn’t been for Francisco coming to repair the original crib at one point, I wouldn’t have even known that he could make something so much better.”

As they got in the elevator and traveled up to Gunner’s floor, the older man couldn’t help but chuckle. Charlie was still trying to get back on his own two feet, and was currently doing the equivalent of a doggy paddle while stretched across Gunner’s arms. “Brody, I’m sorry that this is your main look at what having a kid is like right now. I’d tell you that this rare, but now that he’s figured out walking? It’s pretty much this, constantly.”

[i-am-not-marlowe-blog]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair:

“Thank you,” Gunner said, starting to gently tug the boy away from the bar. He waited until Sal had his feet under him, then lead him towards the dance floor. A promise was a promise, after all.

“Alright, one sappy Father-Son dance, as requested,” he said, pulling the twin in for a hug. “You have a song in mind? If not, I’m picking some Sinatra.”

Salinger followed after Gunner, fully realizing he was just being funny when he’d requested the dance, but now too entertained by the idea of it to change his mind. “No, go on, by all means, pick Sinatra you old bastard.” 

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"You're gonna regret this," Gunner warned, letting go of Sal in order to walk over to the DJ, requesting a song with a smile before turning back to Sal. "You realize that I can dance, right? As in, I took lessons? I don't know if you can keep up with this old bastard, is all I'm saying."

'I Get a Kick Outta You' started, Gunner tapping his toes to the upbeat rhythm and raising his eyebrows at Sal. "You wanna admit defeat, kid? Rockabye Bowie is still an option..."

[zephyrjones]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair

“I’d love to take credit, but he’s adopted,” Gunner admitted, smiling at his phone for a moment before looking up as the elevator doors opened. Pocketing the device, he stepped in, waiting for Aaron to join him before pressing the button for his floor. “But yeah, he’s cute as shit. He knows it, too, which is a problem.”

Once the elevator stopped, he made his way to the door and opened it up, holding it open for Aaron to head inside. “So I’ve got actual ice, or ice packs. Which would you like?”

He looked around as he waited for an answer. Giving Spencer a slight wave, Gunner tilted his head as he realized just what Spencer was watching. “Also, if you look to your right, you’ll see my son rolling around on bubble wrap. I wish I had an explanation.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t really look like you.” Aaron replied casually before following casually and shrugging. “It’s not the worst thing. I know I’m hot. It means he’ll be able to use it to his advantage later.”

He ducked his head and then his body into the apartment before following because it seemed fine and not like he was getting lured in to be murdered. “I don’t care. Whatever’s easiest. Ice packs probably make less of a mess.”

Aaron looked over his shoulder to see the toddler rolling around. “He seems very smart.”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

Gunner nodded. "Ice pack it is," he said, moving toward the bathroom. Taking a detour by the couch, he bent down to tickle Charlie's stomach, smiling as the boy giggled. "Keep up the good work, Chuck."

Making his way to the bathroom, he opened the door and sighed as Ramsey ran out, the puppy dripping water on the floor. Ignoring the mess for now, Gunner grabbed an ice pack out the medicine cabinet, coming back to Aaron and holding it out.

"Feel free to have a seat while you let that work it's magic," Gunner said. "Or help yourself to whatever food is in the kitchen, if you want. I need to make sure the dog doesn't drip water all through the apartment..."

[franciscoxjavier-deactivated201]

hatethesin-lovethesinclair:

Gunner chuckled as Francisco waved him away, nodding and turning around. “Yeah, yeah. I know. Single dad life means that every dirty diaper is all me, that’s nothing new.” He changed Charlie quickly, unaware of the food being put in his fridge, but not likely to be surprised by it. Francisco seemed to think that he owed him for taking care of Isabel, and Gunner had given up on trying to tell him otherwise.

Coming out to the living room, he smiled as Francisco held up the bag of books. “You spoil him, Fran,” he said fondly, putting Charlie down so that the baby could “walk” over to the other man. The baby was more awake now, and he immediately held his arms out for the other man to pick him up.

He took the bag from Fran so that he had both arms free to hold Charlie. Digging through the books, Gunner smiled as he looked through the titles. “Winnie the Pooh, Dinosaur’s Day Out, Mud Pie…These are great, Francisco. Thank you. From me and the brat, since he’s still not too talkative.”

Waving to Charlie as Gunner carried him off, “Don’t worry I’ll be right here when you get back.” In the mean time he sorted through the books again, reminding himself of all the titles he brought before shooting a quick text to Ian. “Anyway -” He called, “You love Dad life. Diapers and all.” When Gunner returned he smiled.

Handing over the bag, “Of course I do. That’s the fun of it. I get to spoil him and you change the diapers. We’ve been over this -” Crouching catch the baby in his arms, “Hey, buddy -” making an airplane noise as he lifted Charlie up, “How are you, kid?” Standing Charlie on his knees, sitting by Gunner, “It’s really no problem.” tickling Charlie’s stomach, “You’ll be talking soon enough, hm? Then Dad won’t be able to get you to stop rambling on.”

He bounced Charlie on his knee, “How are you, Gunner?” Letting Charlie pat his nose, “Oh, and I figured there’s some in there maybe Beau could borrow. Uh,” Realizing that Gunner might not know who Beau was, “Ezra’s Beau. ”

[hatethesin-lovethesinclair]

"I do love Dad life," Gunner admitted, fondly. "I don't know if I'm willing to say that I love the diapers, but Charlie refuses to learn to change himself, so I'm stuck with them."

He smiled as Charlie squealed and giggled as he was lifted, the baby clearly comfortable with Francisco. "He gets spoiled by anyone else in this tower, and he's going to turn into a block of cheese." Charlie proceeded to babble at Fran as the other man tickled him, his only real 'words' being Dada and Baba. "Don't encourage him, he's already bossy enough without words behind it."

As Francisco mentioned 'Ezra's Beau', Gunner couldn't help but chuckle. "I've known Beau since he first came here," he explained, smiling softly. "He watches Charlie for me, sometimes." He looked at a few more of the books, pulling out one of them with a smile. "Charlotte's Web...You picked some classics, Fran. You know that means you have to help read to him sometime, right?"