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The Tooth Fairy
Pairing: Dean Di Laurentis x Reader
Word Count: 990
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The first tooth happened on a Tuesday.
Which, according to Dean, was deeply unfair.
Your daughter had been brushing her teeth in the bathroom with you when she suddenly let out a confused little sound and ran into the hallway holding her mouth.
You and Dean both looked up at the same time.
“She’s bleeding,” she announced in a voice that sounded halfway between panic and offense.
Dean shot up from the couch so quickly he nearly kicked over a throw pillow. “What?”
You hurried over, already smiling a little because you suspected you knew exactly what had happened. “Let me see, sweetheart.”
She opened her mouth and pointed dramatically.
There, in the front, was the tiny gap you had both been waiting for.
Her first tooth had finally come loose.
You blinked, then turned to Dean, who was already crouching in front of her like he had personally been tasked with solving the crisis of the century.
“Oh,” you said softly. “Baby, that’s a loose tooth.”
She frowned. “It came off?”
“Almost,” you said. “It’s supposed to.”
Dean looked at you like you had just told him the moon was made of cheese. “That’s normal?”
You laughed quietly. “Yes, Dean.”
He turned back to your daughter with a face full of concern and wonder and something a little too emotional for such a tiny event. “Does it hurt?”
She shook her head. “A little.”
Dean’s expression changed completely.
He looked at the gap in her smile, then at her face, and then back at you, as if the reality of what was happening had suddenly hit him all at once.
“She’s growing up,” he said, in the tone of a man who had just discovered a betrayal.
You smiled. “It’s one tooth.”
He looked personally wounded. “It’s her first tooth.”
Your daughter tucked herself into his side then, blissfully unaware that she had just triggered a full emotional response from her father. Dean automatically put an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“What do we do with it?” she asked.
You and Dean looked at each other.
That was when it became obvious that Dean had already started spiraling.
He pointed vaguely toward the ceiling. “The tooth fairy.”
She blinked. “The who?”
“The tooth fairy,” Dean repeated, as if all children everywhere should have known this. Then he looked at you. “We are doing that, right?”
You laughed. “Yes, Dean, we are doing that.”
He looked immensely relieved, like this had been a vital parenting issue and he had nearly failed it.
That night, after she had gone to bed with her tooth tucked carefully in a little cup beside the pillow, Dean lingered in the hallway outside her room for far too long.
You found him there just staring through the crack in the door like he was trying to memorize the scene.
“You okay?” you asked softly.
He looked at you with an expression that was equal parts soft and sad. “Her first tooth.”
You smiled and slipped your hand into his. “You are so sentimental.”
“I am not.”
“You absolutely are.”
He sighed and leaned his shoulder against the wall. “She was tiny yesterday.”
You laughed quietly. “That’s not how time works.”
“It is when you’re a parent.”
You looked at him and felt your chest tighten a little at the softness there. Dean had always been emotional in his own way, but fatherhood had only made that part of him more obvious. More open. More vulnerable. Especially when it came to your daughter.
That night, he checked on her three separate times before bed.
He also insisted on writing a note to the tooth fairy “just in case she had questions.”
You were sitting on the edge of the bed when he came back in holding a small piece of paper.
“What’s that?”
He cleared his throat. “I wrote instructions.”
You stared. “Instructions?”
“Yes.”
“For the tooth fairy?”
Dean looked offended. “She needs to know the context.”
You tried and failed to keep a straight face. “Dean.”
He handed you the note.
You unfolded it and read:
Dear Tooth Fairy, Please be gentle. It’s her first tooth. She’s very brave, very cute, and extremely excited. Also, do not wake her up. Sincerely, Dad.
You looked up at him.
He had the decency to look a little sheepish. “What?”
“You wrote that.”
“Yes.”
“It’s very sweet.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”
You smiled and held the note to your chest for a second. “You’re going to make her believe in the tooth fairy until she’s fifteen.”
Dean gave a very serious nod. “That is the plan.”
You laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him.
When you pulled back, he was smiling in that warm, helpless way you loved most.
“She’s going to wake up so happy,” you whispered.
Dean looked toward her room and then back at you. “Yeah.”
Then, a little quieter, “I just hope she knows how loved she is.”
You reached for his hand. “She does.”
He squeezed your fingers once and nodded.
And when your daughter woke the next morning shrieking with joy over the coin left under her pillow and the carefully folded note from the tooth fairy, Dean looked at her like she had just performed a miracle.
She ran into his arms so fast he barely caught her.
“Daddy, it worked!”
Dean laughed and lifted her off the ground. “Of course it worked.”
She grinned, gap-toothed and triumphant. “Can I lose another tooth now?”
He stared at her for one horrified second before looking at you like he needed backup immediately.
You laughed so hard you had to lean against the hallway wall.
And Dean, still holding your daughter, looked between the two of you and shook his head with a smile that said he was already doomed in the best possible way.
