#drabble five

[freakinlucasdawson]

2017

What if you were still here?

THREE WEEKS PRIOR

"I let go of this beam, this whole thing is going to come crushing down. Go, Lauren. Take care of the patient."

"No! No! I'm not leaving you behind. Let one hand go, and come as far as you can--"

"That won't work."

"Then let me switch places with you, Luke. You have a wife and a baby on the way..."

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“Knock, knock.” Lauren walked through the front door of the Dawson residence just like she did every time she visited since he and his wife had bought the house. She often made their home, a home of their own, and had pretty much adopted his wife as a sister of her own. The blonde Dawson twin crossed the threshold and into the kitchen where Lucas was sitting, his back to the door, and his newborn daughter curled up in his arms. He turned his head at the sight of his sister and held a finger over his lips, his goofy Dawson grin sitting on his face. “I finally just got her back to sleep.” He chuckled. 

Shortly after the incident, Aubree had gone into labor and a few hours later their daughter was welcomed into the world. “Holy crap, Luke. She’s beautiful. Aubree did a good job.” Lauren joked as she cooed over her new niece. “Yeah, she did. She was...is...a freaking rockstar.” Lucas smiled. “You want to hold her?” He asked, and she nodded her head excitedly before taking a seat on the stool next to him and holding out her arms. Lucas swiftly passed his daughter into the arms of his twin sister and watched as she embraced her new role as an aunt.

Lucas walked to the refrigerator to get two bottles of water and when he turned around, he took a minute to take in the site of Lauren and the baby together. If things had gone even remotely wrong three weeks ago, this moment wouldn’t even be happening for either Lauren or Lucas. He carried the water over to her and took his seat again next to her. “Here we thought, you were going to be the first to have a baby.” Lucas commented at the irony, and how the roles had been reversed so quickly. “I’ll be lucky if Levi and I ever actually go through with this thing, nonetheless, have a baby.” Lauren retorted. “It’ll happen when it happens, but when it does, it’ll be the greatest moment of your life.”

[thedrummer--kendall]

Five; Unbreakable

Who: Peter Ryan, Beth Patton, and a baby Kendall. What: Shortly after they brought her home. When: December 2nd, 1992 Where: The Ryans' first home.

He was both afraid to put her down, and to hold her. Peter could barely believe how tiny his little girl was - she came two weeks before the due date, and her weight at birth was six pounds, one ounce. It scared him that she lost some of that weight while she was in the hospital, but nurses and doctors both assured him and Beth that it was normal for newborns.

In the two days since the little family came home together for the first time, it had been blissfully free of arguments. Both he and his wife were just too tired to deal with that kind of thing. There was only shared smiles when tiny Kendall did something cute, or mumbled questions - "Did you change her? Did you feed her? Do you need help?"

He rocked back and forth with the sleeping baby in his one arm, smiling at the way she sometimes twitched and moved in her sleep. This was one moment he didn't want to miss.

Beth sat up in their bed, rubbing her eyes sleepily and smiling at the scene before her.

"You have to work in the morning, Peter." She murmured, approaching them. "Let her sleep in her own bed for now. She's in our room anyway, she'll be fine." She assured, gently scooping up baby Kendall and laying her on her back in the bassinet. Peter watched without a word, not intending to get up, but Beth took his hands and pulled slightly, and he couldn't resist her tired smile. He hadn't the slightest idea anymore why he and Beth thought that a divorce, that breaking up would make things better, when they were just so content.