Oscar the grouch
Written for June's @steddiemicrofic
Prompt:stuff.Word count 483.Rating G
“Look at this stuff. Isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?” Eddie sang as he danced around the living room, Oscar crying his eyes out in his arms.
Steve wasn't sure what it was he had walked into, or why his son was currently wailing at the top of his voice. But he was truly living up to his nickname of grouch.
Eddie looked frazzled and three seconds away from joining the frizzy haired tot in his breakdown. It was easy to forget that this was Eddie’s first time doing this whole parenting thing, he got on so well with Layla it was easy to forget that it was his first rodeo. Mostly Steve's husband ( it still sounded weird to say that) was taking it in his stride, one dirty diaper at a time.
But Oscar was every bit Eddie’s son, and the last few weeks of teething had shown that the kid had well and truly found his lungs.
Steve was still unnoticed as he watched from the doorway, take out bag still in hand.
Picking up the stuffed octopus from the sofa where it lay, Eddie waved it around pointing out all the accumulated nik naks lining the shelves of their busy and cluttered living space .
“Look at this trove. Treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” Eddie sang, nearly knocking the Grammy off the mantle in his enthusiasm.
Not that it would matter if it broke. the other Grammy, one they shared, was currently being used as a doorstop in the recording studio, since Rincewind the cat had decided to start locking himself in there when they weren't looking. Stupid feline had almost written off Steve's stratocaster, and it had killed at least two of the fancy laptops.
Eddie was finally winning in his war with his mini self. Oscar had simmered to gulping air, bottom lip wobbling but no tears now fell down his freckled face. One chubby fist had twisted itself in Eddie's curls and the other was reaching for the shiny metal in his dad’s bottom lip.
Oscar really liked shiny things.
Eddie's wedding ring had been dropped down the toilet only the other week, it took Steve and Wayne ages to get it back out the pipe.
It now sat on a chain around Eddie's neck, safe from little fingers wanting to recreate Gollum's fate.
Sensing that he was on to a winner, Eddie got louder with his singing.
“I want to be where the people are-”
“That's a lie, you hate people.” Steve said as he made his presence known.
Both man and child's heads turned in unison. A smile cracking both faces.
“I like you.” Eddie said, walking over Oscar grabbing onto Steve as soon as he got near.
Eddie pressed a kiss into Steve's temple as he passed off their son.
“I'm not people, I'm your husband.”
