The time has finally arrived! Here is my @omgcpbigbang2021 piece
It is for @wannabe-someone’s wonderful fic The good, the bad and...the hungry, perfect for those aching for Bitty and Bad Bob interactions and also surprisingly wholesome Kent P appearances, y’all are gonna love it
[Image description: Two men are in a big spacious kitchen. One of the men is a young blonde and he is pulling a fresh pie out of the oven. The other man is a middle aged brunette with a worried expression and he is standing a little ways behind the blonde, scratching the back of his head.]
Zia and I had a conversation earlier that inspired so Whisk-Parson family fluff, please enjoy
Kent thought he would be less nervous the second time they had a baby. He knew what he was doing this time, and at least they got to plan everything from the get-go. But when he held Katie for the first time, he couldn’t help but feel his heart racing.
“Ray wasn’t this little, was he?” Whiskey asked, leaning up against Kent’s side, staring down at their baby girl.
“No, he was almost nine pounds, she’s only seven. How on earth are we going to manage two at once?”
“Same way we did the first time. We take it one day at a time, love.”
“What if he can’t stand her? Like what if Raylan absolutely can not deal with having to share his dad?” Kent’s voice was quivering, teetering on the edge of crying.
“He’s young, he’ll get over it.” Whiskey laughed. “I’m joking, babe. I’m sure that he’s going to be fine, he shares us with Kit already.”
“Oh my lord, she’ll be so much worse now.” Kent laughed. Kit was not the biggest fan of baby stuff or actual babies for that matter.
“I think that she might be too old to care this time around.” Whiskey said, refocusing in on Katie’s precious little face. She yawned, so much bigger than someone so little should have been able to pull off.
“God, she’s perfect.”
The first week home with two kids was, to put it lightly, a lot. The fact that Katie couldn’t sleep through the night meant that Raylan wasn’t either. And then both Kent and Whiskey had to get up to help put the kids back to sleep. At least it was the offseason, and they didn’t have to get up at the ass crack of dawn to get to the rink.
When Katie was 10 days old, she would not stop crying throughout the night, and Whiskey was ready to cry right alongside her.
“Babydoll, what’s the matter? What do you need, sweet girl?” He asked as he paced the length of the kitchen with her. Nothing seemed to be helping her calm down, singing, rocking, stories, white noise, absolutely nothing. Whiskey was too tired to keep walking back and forth, so he went back to moving side to side gently. This time, she started to actually calm down a little bit. Whiskey started to turn slowly like he was dancing. Katie stopped crying for a moment to yawn, and then closed her eyes gently. Scared that putting her down would make her start up again, Whiskey kept dancing with Katie.
“This is probably the sweetest thing that I have ever seen in my life,” Kent whispered, leaning against the kitchen doorway, holding his phone up to take a picture. The sound of the camera clicking made Katie stir, by she didn’t wake up.
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