Nights like This [fic]
Fandom: The Adventure Zone Ship: BarryLup Rating: Everyone Prompt: He’s my son, I can read his diary Notes: hey uhhhh I’m the number one sucker for family feels, thanks
"Uhhh, babe?" Barry calls, sticking his head through the slightly ajar doorway, "whatcha- whatcha doin'?" Inside Lup has made herself at home on the bed that is far too small for her, absently flicking through a pristine little notebook. "Reading Angus' diary," she answers, not bothering to even look up, "why?" Barry steps in gingerly, as if he's afraid someone may see him, and glances around the impeccably organized room- one that he's been in before, but never without the room's occupant inviting him. "You, uh. You sure you should be doing that?" "Of course," Lup rolls her eyes, flipping to the next page, "he's my son, I can read his diary," she tells her husband without missing a beat, "gotta make sure the pipsqueak isn't gettin' into any trouble." As Barry sits down on the bed Lup lifts her legs to make room, bringing them back down on his lap. "Your son?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Our son, whatever, semantics." "Our son?" "Our son. You heard me." Lup glances up at Barry, giving him a questioning look, "is that a problem?" Barry responds quickly, shaking his head. "N- no, of course not!" He insists, "I just- I didn't know- when did you decide-?" Her eyes return to the notebook, "please, Bar, Angus has been my son since I met the little booger on the train that time. He just didn't know that yet, on account of me being stuck in an umbrella and shit. Besides," she flips a page, and when she speaks again, her voice is just a little bit softer, "we always wanted kids, didn't we?" A bashful smile spreads across Barry's face as he looks at his wife, his heart nearly leaping into his throat. "Uh, yeah," he clears his throat, trying to contain the enthusiasm that threatens to well over, "...yeah. We did, didn't we?" He doesn't miss the corner of Lup's mouth quirking up into the smallest smile. "Well, consider this as. Practice, then," she tells him, now blatantly refusing to meet his eye, "for when we have our own. One day. Soon. Maybe." Gods, she's trying so hard to be casual, "obviously Angus will always be our first. But. There could be more. And, frankly, I think raiding your kid's room is the most important thing to practice." "I, mmm, might disagree with you there," Barry laughs, and Lup buries her face further into the book to keep from laughing herself, "but I guess it's, uh, practice nonetheless." "Sir! And Miss!" A little voice rings out suddenly, drawing both of their attention. As they look up their eyes meet Angus himself, standing in the doorway, slowly lowering the wand he had clearly been clutching in defense. "Oh, you scared me for a second there! I saw that might door was open and was afraid someone terrible may have raided my room! But now that I see it's just you two, I feel much better!" He tells them with a smile, starting to walk in. "Angus!" Lup exclaims, sliding her leg's off Barry and tossing the notebook to the side as she moves to stand, "there's my little man! My little babe! My little bouillabaisse!" She grins as she makes her way over to him, sliding her arms around him to sweep him into a hug. "You're gettin' so big! The fuck has Taako been feeding you? Magic growing beans?" "N- no," he mumbles as Lup practically smothers him, "I- I do believe they're just normal beans, ma'am." As Lup sets him down he looks over at Barry, who just smiles and gives a little wave, and then over to his bed where his diary lies face down on the covers. "But, ah, can I ask what you're doing in my room? And is that- is that my diary?" Lup laughs and ruffles his hair, much to Angus' dismay. "Don't worry about a thing, little man," she tells him, turning him around and taking him by the hand, "how 'bout us two go make some tasty fuckin' cookies and make Uncle Taako hella jealous, huh?" A little reluctantly, Angus lets Lup lead him back out of his room, "a-alright," he agrees half heartedly, "but you... you don't really need to hold my hand yo-" Before he can finish Lup leans down close to him, a threatening smile stretching across her face, "how 'bout you just hold my hand and don't fuckin' complain, huh?" She then turns back to Barry, giving him a much sweeter smile, followed by a wink. "And I'll see you tonight." Barry just gives a little chuckles and waves as Lup leads Angus away. Once he's sure they're far enough gone Barry gives a soft sigh and lets himself slump down onto the bed, running a hand over his face. "We'll work on it," he murmurs to himself, just as another soft smile graces his mouth.