I just saw you have prompts open. Could you write about Jamie Benn meeting his son Gerry Seguin for the first time? Please?
The only thing fluffier than this drabble is dogs themselves
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“You got another dog?” Jamie asks, raising an eyebrow over FaceTime.
“Yeah!” Tyler says. “He doesn’t have a name yet, but I posted a pic on Insta, so people will probably give suggestions.“
“How many comments does it have?” Jamie asks.
“Like, 5000? I don’t know. But look how cute he is!” Tyler says, raising a paw at the camera.
“He is,” Jamie says, cracking a small smile. “He’s a good boy.”
“He’s the best,” Tyler says emphatically. “He’s already getting along so well with Marshall and Cash, too.”
“Good to know there’s harmony in the house,” Jamie says.
“Yeah. So, you have any name ideas?” Tyler asks.
“What, didn’t read through 5000 comments?” says Jamie, feigning surprise.
“Fuck off, I skimmed them. Nothing felt right, though. Come on, when you look at him, what do you see?”
Jamie studies the dog’s face for a second. “Hm. How about… Gerald?”
Tyler bursts out laughing from the other end. “That’s such an old man name, dude. How can you look at this wittle face–” he holds the dog’s face close to his, presumably for a size comparison– “and see a Gerald?”
“I dunno, he looks like a Gerald to me,” Jamie says, because the more he looks at the dog, the most he’s convinced he’s right. “You can call him Gerry for short. It’s, like, younger, or whatever.”
“Gerry,” Tyler says, considering. Then he smiles. “I like it.”
“Okay, meet Uncle Jamie!” Tyler says as he opens the door, Gerry tucked into the crook of his arm.
Marshall and Cash insist upon being greeted first, though, so Jamie kneels down and scratches Marshall behind the ears with one hand as he uses the other to rub Cash’s tummy.
“Hi,” Jamie says to the dogs, then looks up at Tyler. “Hey there,” he says, smiling.
“They’ve missed you,” Tyler says, “but I have too. C’mere.”
Jamie gets up, and Tyler gives him a one-armed hug as he deposits Gerry in his arms.
Gerry’s kind of wriggly, but his tongue is out, and of course Jamie melts at the sight of it. “Hey there, little guy,” he says “I’m Jamie.”
“He’s really into climbing on people, so don’t be surprised if he does that,” Tyler says, and sure enough, Gerry’s already scaling Jamie’s chest, even though Jamie’s pretty sure he would fall if he actually made it to Jamie’s shoulder.
“I can see that,” Jamie says, bringing Gerry back down to his arms.
Tyler laughs. “C’mon, if we snuggle on the couch, he can climb both of us together. He’ll love it,” he says.
“Yeah, that’s the only reason you want to snuggle,” Jamie says.
“Not the only reason,” Tyler says, taking Jamie’s hand. “C’mon.”
Jamie doesn’t even pretend to protest, only smiles and follows Tyler, trailed by the sound of twelve eager paws.
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