Runaway Baby
Author's note: first dad fic. Bowie is my new favorite person ever btw
Warnings: fluff, and I think that's it. oh! I will say it like baby talk bc bowie is 18 months old, so he can't say things right, so things are spelled a certain way because of it
Being on tour with a baby was starting to become the hardest thing in your life. Not only would you be suffering from jet lag as you go from city to city, but you also suffer from mom brain. Luckily, you had Shane. As a rockstar, Shane helped out a lot, holding Bowie in the studio while you lay down for a quick nap, or keeping him entertained so you could have time to yourself.
Now Bowie is eighteen months old and is more chaotic than ever. You and Shane are in the dressing room, Bowie in your lap, babbling away as Shane gets ready for sound check. You look over at Shane
“You ok, baby?” You ask, making Bowie stop babbling to look up at you, pointing up at you. Shane looks over at the two of you and smiles
“Fine,” he mumbles, walking over to sit beside you
“Dada,” Bowie shouts, arms reaching out for Shane to hold him
“Hey buddy,” Shane mumbles, taking him from you, making him squeal. “Shhhh.” Shane laughs
“You gonna be good for mommy while I’m gone?” Shane asks Bowie, who nods his head
“I good.” he points to himself with a big smile that matches Shane’s
“Yes, you are, Bo.” Shane kisses his forehead
You lean against Shane, watching the scene play out in front of you. Sal opens the door, and you all look at him, and Bowie slides off of Shane’s lap, running towards him
“SASA” Bowie shouts, grabbing his pant leg. Sal bends down to pick him up
“Hey buddy. I didn’t know you were here,” Sal says as Shane gets up, walking over to Sal
“Ready?” Shane asks, and Sal nods
“Ok buddy, you gotta go hang out with your mom,” Sal whispers, putting Bowie back down
“Nooo,” Bowie whines, grabbing Shane’s pant leg, tugging on it. “Dada stay.” Bowie stomps, and you sigh, standing up and walking over to him
“Bowie, daddy has to work. We can go watch from the wings, ok?” You say, grabbing his hand as Bowie looks up at you with a frown before plopping down on the ground, making you sigh
“No,” he cries, and you look at Shane and Sal
“Run,” you mouth, and they nod, making their way out.
“Bowie, come on baby, you gotta calm down. We can go watch him when you calm down,” you say, picking him up from the ground as he sniffles into your neck
“Otay,” he mumbles, rubbing his eyes.
You could tell he was tired after a day of running around beforehand, and now he’s starting to crash; you just hoped it would be before Shane actually went on. You make your way to the right wing of the stage where most of the crew is to watch Shane do his sound check. Bowie in your arms squirms around when he sees Sam walking over to the two of you
“Hey,” he whispers, and you smile softly
“Hi,” you mumble as Bowie hides in your neck
“Ammy,” Bowie mumbles, causing you and Sam to laugh
“Hey, bud.” Sam ruffles his hair before looking over to you
“Shane asked for me to check up on you, said someone was having a moment when he left.” Sam's eyes shift to Bowie’s, and you laugh
“We’re ok; someone’s just tired, and he only wants one person when he’s like that,” you sigh, and Sam nods
“Dad's man through and through, I see.” You nod, and Bowie looks over where Shane sits on the stage at the sound of his voice
“Dada” you nod against Bowie’s cheek
“Yeah, remember we gotta stay here,” you whisper, turning him so his back is against your chest. Bowie whines, reaching for Shane even though he can't see him
“Bowie,” you warn, trying to stop the disaster you feel coming
“I got him,” Sal says, coming over to you, taking Bowie from you, letting you take a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding
“Thank you. I need to pee,” you say, scurrying off quickly to the bathroom.
Sal nods as you walk away; his head turns back to Bowie, who has a pout on his face, hands making fists as he rubs his eyes
“You tried, Bo?” Sal asks, and Bowie shakes his head
“No no no” Bowie squirms, making Sal laugh as he adjusts him “wanna go” Sal raises a brow
“Go where?” Sal asks, and Bowie points to Mitch, who was two feet away. Sal nods, setting him down. “Be careful,” Sal whispers
The moment Sal’s hands let go of Bowie, he takes off, making his way straight towards Shane on the stage
“No, fuck.” Sal starts to go but stops when he hears your voice
“Where’s my baby?”
“So after back to friends I would say the-” at the sound of the crowd making ‘aw’ sounds shane turns to see Bowie wobbly running towards him. Shane’s eyes widen as he looks over at the wings to see you with your hands on your face and Sal looking like he’d just been kicked in the balls
“Well hello there,” Shane says, putting down the microphone to help Bowie onto the couch. “Run away from mommy, I see?” Bowie laughs, climbing into Shane's lap, grabbing the microphone
“Ba.” Shane grabs the microphone back from him
“Ok.” Shane laughs. “What was I saying before?” Shane tries to carry on with the Q and A, but Bowie is making it his mission to be distracting
“Dada sing?” Bowie pats Shane’s cheek, making the crowd laugh
“Yes Bo, daddy sings” Shane confirms and Bowie claps
“Sing sing.” Bowie puts his hands on Shane’s face, making Shane pull away
“Hey, remember mommy told us about nice hands?” Shane whispers, and Bowie frowns
“Sowwy.” Bowie puts his hands back in his lap, and Shane kisses his forehead
“Alright, let's go back to mommy, yeah,” Shane mumbles, going to stand up
“Nooooo” Bowie whines, making Shane sigh
“Never mind then,” Shane mumbles, sitting back down. “Sorry, guys,” he says to the crowd, but they all are too focused on how adorable Bowie is to care
“We’ll finish up questions then do a cover,” Shane looks over. “Two more questions is what I’m getting told”
Bowie sits in Shane’s lap for the rest of the sound check. Sometimes he’d comment here and there about something, making everybody laugh. As Shane does a cover of ‘She Will Be Loved’ by Maroon 5, he looks down to see Bowie asleep, making him stop
“Sorry guys, sorry,” he whispers into the microphone. “This guy like never sleeps.” Shane looks over to the wings, making eye contact with you, and you make your way on stage to grab Bowie
“My hot and sexy girlfriend, everyone,” Shane says into the microphone, making you roll your eyes as you take Bowie from him
“Thanks,” you mumble as Bowie stirs in your arms before letting out a soft breath. “I’ll be in the dressing room.” Shane nods
“Ok, love you,” Shane mumbles back, watching you walk back into the wings before looking back at the crowd
“Ok, from the top”
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