Bump in the Night… Pt.2 (promptober) // George Daniel x Reader
A/N: A lovely reader in the comments of the 1st part said I should a write a Pt.2 with lil Baba Daniel so obviously I couldn’t help myself!!! X
W/C: 1,528 words
C/W: One use of the word fuck ✌️xoxo
The sun was beginning to set as George adjusted the rear-view mirror, glancing back at the tiny car seat securely fastened in the back. Inside it, your newborn son, Theo, was blissfully asleep, oblivious to the world outside. The long-awaited moment had finally arrived; you two were bringing your baby boy home.
"Can you believe there's three of us now." You spoke softly, a warm smile spreading across your face.
George chuckled, his heart swelling with pride. "It feels surreal. Like, just look at him! He's perfect!" He replied, stealing another glance at Theo.
You couldn't help but giggle, your nerves slowly dissipating. "Perfect chaos awaits us, I think."
George smiled at you, leaning across to press a sweet kiss to your lips before starting up the car, finally setting of to the comfort of your home that you'd been missing for what seemed like a very long and draining two days.
As George pulled up to your shared home, the familiar sight brought on a strong sense of comfort to the both of you. George quickly hopped out of the car, opening the door for you and opening the door to carefully lift Theo from his car seat straight after, holding him close to his chest as gently as he could.
As the two of you walked inside, the scent of fresh flowers filled the air. A beautiful bouquet of Rose's that Matty and Gabbriette had left in your house yesterday evening with the spare key George had trusted them with when you went into Labour.
Your bedroom had been transformed into a cosy nursery. A changing table your mother had bought in the corner of the room and a soft bedside cot adorned with a comfortable blanket George's mother had crocheted attached to your side of the bed.
George placed Theo gently in his cot, marvelling at how small and fragile he looked. "This is it. Our little family." He said, voice thick with emotion.
"Yeah" You breathed, eyes misting over as you took in the scene in front of you, walking over to George, wrapping your arms tightly around his torso. "Home at last."
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As evening fell, the two of you settled into a new routine. The soft hum of the baby monitor accompanied the sounds of your voices as you and George cooed over Theo, changing his nappy and feeding him. The calm wrapped around the two of you nicely, but it was short-lived.
Within an hour of Theo being put to bed, he began to stir. The noise of his little movements being picked up by the baby monitor that sat beside you and George in the living room.
The soft gurgles quickly turned into whimpers, and soon, full-fledged cries echoed through the house. The peaceful atmosphere quickly melting away with worry and the need to coddle your baby.
"Shit. Is that our baby?" George spoke, wide-eyed.
"No, it's the fucking neighbours baby. Obviously it's our baby George!" You whispered with a sudden temper, nearly as an act to hide the nerves creeping into your voice.
The two of you jumped up to your feet, making a b-line up the stairs and into your bedroom as Theo's wails grew louder. And quickly, the reality of parenthood started to set in.
"Hey, buddy, I've got you." George spoke, rushing over to the crib. He carefully lifted Theo, holding him close to his chest. "Hey little guy, it's just us. Just me and Mummy."
But Theo wasn't calming down. Instead, he squirmed and cried harder, his tiny fists clenched.
You instantly put your hands out for George to pass Theo to you, which of course he did immediately. You rubbed his back gently, whispering soft shushes to try and lull him back to sleep. "Maybe he's hungry? Or needs a change?"
"I'll go make a bottle, you stay here." George replied, his voice steady, but the eagerness in his eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety.
"Okay, love. I'll check his nappy." You ushered out, moving quickly over to the changing table, trying to manage your own panic while exuding confidence.
The two of you had read all the books, watched all the educational parenting videos, went to (two) prenatal classes, but now being faced with reality, it felt overwhelming.
As George prepared the bottle in the kitchen, you gently changed Theo's nappy, the tiny movements making your heart ache with love. With a clean nappy on, Theo eventually calmed down but only slightly, now letting out soft whimpers instead of full cries.
George eventually returned after what felt like a lifetime, a bottle in hand, and the two of you took turns feeding him whenever he'd get fussy being held by the same person. George held Theo close against his chest once he was fed and burped, sweetly singing to him with his softest voice. "You're okay, mate. Me and Mummy have got you. I promise." He whispered to your baby boy once the song was over. Your heart aching with so much love it was practically painful.
"I think he likes your singing." You teased, a smile breaking through the exhaustion.
"Or maybe he hates it." George deadpanned, eyes twinkling. "Just trying to keep my dad points up."
The smile you gave George was so wide it made your cheeks ache. You couldn't wrap your mind around the reality of George being a father, and a father to your son that you two have had together at that.
"He's so tiny." You whispered, tracing a fingertip over Theo's tiny hand that was wrapped around George's large thumb.
The two of you took turns holding him, savouring every little sound and sigh that slipped from his tiny lips, and somehow, managed to eventually get him back to sleep.
If you had to pinpoint how, it'd probably be your gentle humming and George's fingertip gently tracing the bridge of Theo's nose. Something your own father used to do to you as a baby.
As the two of you settled into bed once the house was somewhat clean and locked up, Theo still peacefully asleep in the crib beside you, you turned your body to face George, fatigue evident in your voice. "I didn't expect it to be this hard. Especially not on the first night. I thought I'd be so prepared because this is all I've ever wanted and all I've been reading about for nine months."
George sighed, leaning back against the headboard, his fingers running through your hair while you cuddled into his side. Something you haven't been able to do in months due to your large baby bump. "Me neither. But we'll figure it out. Together. And don't be so hard on yourself, my love. Not matter how many books you read or parenting podcasts you listened to, it doesn't change that this is our first time doing this whole parenting thing."
George's gaze met yours, the bond between the two of you strengthened by the newly shared experience. "You're already such an amazing dad, George." You spoke softly with your whole heart, placing a kiss on his bicep as your face rested against his shoulder.
"You're already the most amazing and most beautiful mum." George replied, brushing a thumb across the back of your hand that rested on his stomach. "I've got your back always, darling. When he cries, we both cry, right?"
The two of you shared a quiet laugh, the tension from earlier easing in your hearts.
As the hours creeped on, Theo woke again, his cries echoing in the quiet night.
George sighed, dramatically, but there was no hiding the smile on his face. "Alright, round two!"
You chuckled tiredly, rubbing sleep out of your eyes as you moved as quickly as you could to help. "You've got this, rockstar."
Through the long night of feeding, changing, and soothing your son back to sleep, you both eventually found a rhythm, even amidst the chaos.
Moments of humour punctuated the anxiety as George fumbled with nappies while trying to sing lullabies, or when you would try to laugh quietly, half asleep, as Theo hiccupped after a feeding.
At dawn, when the first slivers of sunlight began creeping through the curtains, George found himself holding a peacefully sleeping Theo, nestled against him. You couldn't help but stare at the both of them, heart swelling at the sight.
"Look at you two." you whispered, voice thick with so much emotion it nearly choked you. "You're both so beautiful."
George turned to you, his expression filled with love and gratitude. "I couldn't do any of this without my beautiful wife, you know. And I wouldn't want to either."
The two of you exchanged a tender kiss, the chaos of the night now behind you, replaced with the quiet joy of parenthood.
As the sun rose higher, illuminating your little family, you felt hopeful.
It was no longer just you and George. You were now a team, navigating the unpredictable path of parenthood together. And in this journey, you both knew that you guys would face everything as one.
Just the way it was always meant to be.
