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Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Sebastian: hummed lightly and wrapped an arm around Bryson's shoulders. "I love you too," he murmured. He kissed Bryson's head and squeezed him tight. "I have to go back to work soon," he said softly.

Bryson: smiled, scooting himself as close to Sebastian as possible, feeling the heat radiating off of his boyfriend's body. A small frown crawled onto his features and he nodded, 'I know,' he signed with a quiet sigh, 'It's been so nice having you here with us.'

Text || Brybastian

Sebastian: Like?

Bryson: I haven't gotten that far.

Bryson: We could be like NPH and his cute little family! Minus a twin. And our child is younger. And cuter.

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Sebastian: You know it.

Bryson: We should do a theme!

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Bryson: Are we going to be the parents that buy Matthew a really adorable Halloween costume that is almost embarrassingly cute?

Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Sebastian: slipped back into bed, the sleeper against his side and the baby on his back in it. "I still think it's weird that you can't even have blankets in the crib," he murmured. They'd basically been threatened to death by every mom in their life about SIDS and how babies couldn't have anything in their crib when they slept. Sebastian didn't get it, but he heeded the warnings. He laid back down, wrapping his arms tightly around Bryson. "I love you."

Bryson: smiled as he looked at the baby in the sleeper, just staring at him lovingly for a moment. It was hard to believe that he was even theirs sometimes. Looking to Sebastian, he shrugged his shoulders, 'It's to keep him safe'. He smiled and laid back down with Sebastian, laying his head on his chest. 'I love you' he signed lazily, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Sebastian: pulled away from the kiss and rested his head on Bryson's shoulder. The bottle was finished, Matthew yawning sleepily. He reached for a burp cloth and gently patted the baby's back for a little. "I'm a little scared of him, to be honest." He had never been around a baby so little. The twins were different. He was just the god-father. Plus Matthew was a little underweight when he was born. He pulled him back off his shoulder and nudged Bryson to take him. "Let me pull the side sleeper up, then we can put him back down." Sebastian preferred to have the baby in the room with them, even if it was a little inconvenient noise wise.

Bryson: smiled as he looked to Matthew, watching him finish the bottle. Even if he was small, the boy could definitely eat. He took after Sebastian in that aspect. Nodding, he took the baby, cradling him and rocking his arms a little as he patted his butt gently, trying to get him to start to fall asleep. He always liked it better when he was in the room with them, even if the crying was a million times louder right next to the bed. Once Sebastian had pulled the sleeper up, Bryson gently placed Matthew in it, happy that his eyes stayed closed.

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Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Sebastian: watched Matthew as he ate, his eyes only looking up when he could feel Bryson's hand start to move. He had gotten so much better at sign language, not quite fluent but almost. "He loves you just as much. He can tell when it's you. He's calmer. I think he's scared of me..." Honestly, Sebastian was a little scared of the baby sometimes. He never imagined he'd be so small. He turned his head and caught Bryson's lips with his own, kissing him gently.

Bryson: was pretty proud of the both of them, and how things just seemed to be falling into place. There had been no fighting, especially after they had brought Matthew home. It had been a couple of weeks of the two of them working together. Furrowing his eyebrows, he frowned and signed, 'He isn't scared of you,' he continued to feel the baby's soft head, leaning down to kiss the very top of it. He obviously noticed how extra careful Sebastian was with Matthew, which was a good and a bad thing at the same time. This was why he was trying to get his boyfriend to be the one to hold him more, feed him more, change him more often - so they could get used to each other better. He smiled at the kiss, returning it with a smile.

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“Bambi” (1942)

Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Sebastian: half sung a song to Matthew while Bryson was gone. "Honey is for bees silly bear, besides there's jellybeans everywhere." Matthew just blinked up at him, little gloved hands moving against his tummy. He looked up as Bryson came in, taking the bottle from him and shifting to cradle Matthew closer. "I love this too," he said, his voice soft. "Did you ever imagine he'd be so little?" he asked.

Bryson: leaned himself against Sebastian's shoulder, one hand coming up to gently comb over the small amount of light hair that was on Matthew's head. At Sebastian's question, he shook his head. 'He's so tiny' he shrugged, 'Tiny and fragile.' He smiled at the little noises that the baby made while he ate from the bottle that Sebastian was holding. 'Look how much he loves his Papa'

Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Sebastian: took another couple minutes before he sat up. He was tired but he was always tired these days. It was a good feeling though. They had spent most of August in New Zealand, learning more about their baby and taking care of the mom a little. But they were home now and it was different, it was their own. Sebastian smiled as Bryson walked into their room, the tiny baby in his arms. "Hey," he murmured quietly. He sat up more, carefully taking Matthew from Bryson. He didn't think it was possible to be more in love with someone, but then he saw Matthew for the first time. "Papa's here. Papa's got you," he murmured as he gently rocked the baby.

Bryson: smiled as he handed Matthew to Sebastian, bending down to kiss both of their foreheads. Seeing his boyfriend holding their son always made him so proud. He made his way downstairs and prepared a bottle for Matthew, grabbing himself a glass of water before he headed back upstairs. Yawning, he sat down on the bed and scooted over to Sebastian, handing him the bottle and putting a pillow on his lap so his arms wouldn't get too tired if he wanted to set them down while he was holding the baby. "I love this," He signed.

Awake || Brybastian + Baby

Bryson: held the baby in his arms, gently rocking him back and forth and bouncing a little. He had just changed his diaper, which had been the primary source of the fussiness, but he was also probably hungry. Walking into their own bedroom, he smiled at Sebastian and bent down to kiss his forehead before gesturing for him to sit up a little so he could take the baby.

texts || Sebastian and Bryson

Sebastian: Bring him in here. We'll put him in the side sleeper again. I think he likes being here with us.

Bryson: I need to go make him a bottle. Are you awake enough to let him lay on you while I go do that? Or do I need to take him with me so you don't doze off and he falls?

texts || Sebastian and Bryson

Sebastian: Why is he awake. Why am I awake. Why does he hate us?

Bryson: He's awake because his diaper was full and he also has the start of a little rash.

Bryson: You're awake because you're cold without me next to you. And he doesn't hate us. He's a baby and he loves us.

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texts || Sebastian and Bryson

Sebastian: He's awake. It's your turn.

Bryson: I've been in the nursery with him for the last 10 minutes, babe.

Names || Brybastian

Sebastian: leaned into Bryson for a second before turning so he could watch him sign. "I want a boy. I'd be happy with a girl too, but I want a boy." He said this all evenly, only a small hint of nervousness in his voice. It really had been a long time since they talked about the baby. Logistics wise they had everything set, plans in place, seats on standby. But emotionally? Sebastian had stopped reading baby books a month or so ago, his heart aching at the thought of having to read the chapters on what happens when the adoption doesn't go through. "I'm so fucking terrified, Bry." He swallowed, signing the next part because he wasn't sure his voice would hold. 'I want to be strong for you, but I'm not.'

Bryson: looked at his boyfriend, before smiling and nodding. 'I would be okay with a girl or a boy' he reached up to stroke the other male's cheek with his thumb, 'I do like the thought of us with a boy though'. He was glad that Sebastian had actually said something concerning the baby - he jut really wanted them to get to the point where they could actually be excited and talk about it. He didn't want them to go meet the baby with a constant fear that the mother would change her mind. Listening to Sebastian, he nodded his head with a small frown, before bringing his boyfriend into a short, but tight, hug. 'I am, too' he signed after pulling back to look right at him, 'You're being very strong, baby'

Names || Brybastian

Sebastian: hadn't told Bryson about the crib. First of all it would mean having to admit that he had told his mother about the baby in a moment of weakness and that she in turn had told his grandmother who had then airmailed an almost century old maple crib to his apartment. A solid wood crib. The day it had arrived he sequestered it in the corner of the spare room, hiding it behind boxes of camera equipment and things they didn't use often. Now though, he sat there staring at it, the fine lines, and exquisite details, the very crib he remembered Ashton sleeping in as a baby. He knew photos existed of him and Nate sleeping in it as well, two little bundles side by side. It had been removed when Ashton turned three, his little brother's "big boy bedroom" completed. He didn't even know the damn thing still existed, but here it sat. He looked up as the door opened, Bryson's eyes on him. "Hey, you," he said quietly, signing along.

Bryson: was actually a little sad, and maybe a little worried, that they hadn't even really talked about the baby. It was like they weren't even excited, even if he knew they both were. What it came down to was fear. Fear that they could lose this baby before ever even really having her or him. But Bryson didn't want the fear between them anymore. Walking into the spare room, he smiled at his boyfriend, walking over and wrapping his arms around him from behind, kissing his cheek. He then pulled back to face him so he could sign. 'Hi, handsome. What are you doing?'

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