summary: things their kids do that sounds just like their wives.
with: 141 task force.
a/n: maybe, just maybe, I want to turn this into a domestic series. fatherhood looks so well on them.
⊛ John Price
"Daddy?" Calls four-year-old Harry Price, walking inside his dad's office room with his brown bear nightwear and socks. His tiny steps against the wooden floor gets John's attention, who was just finishing up another report over his notebook.
He looks at his toddler, not helping the small smile that grows on his face at spotting his son. "Yes, bud?"
"Cuddles!" He announces cheerful, raising his little arms while approaching his dad's chair. He offers him such an adorable little grin, making grabby hands in his direction. That boy surely knows how to melt his old man's heart.
He chuckles, closing his laptop. "Does Harry wants daddy's cuddles?" His toddler nods at him, making him even more amused. "Alright then, c'mere bud."
He lowers his back and lifts his child securely in his arms, raising from the chair to move both of them to the small couch beside his worktable. There, he lays him on his torso, letting the boy's head rest against the middle of his shoulder as prefers, while supporting his body with one arm and patting his little back with the other.
Closing his eyes and resting his chin against the child's crown, John enjoys his must-have cuddle time with his baby boy.
⊛ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Of the many things that little Maggie got from her momma, the temper is definitely the funniest one, especially when she doesn't approve something. She has a habit of imitate whenever she spots you scolding her father when something is out of the place, which now gives Kyle two angry ladies to deal with everytime.
Which is shocking, since one of his ladies can't even talk yet.
He needs to be very careful and hold on his laught as he quietly hears a baby blabbering with her little hands on her waist, serving all the attitude since he was the one who got caught forgetting the lights on again. He doesn't understand a word of what she's saying, but that definitely doesn't faze her, oh no, she's too invested in giving her father a lesson.
Kyle can only nod his head and agree with her, offering a "m'sorry sweetheart, you're right" before letting her stomp off the scene after her speech, only to come back ten seconds later, asking to be lifted; that girl has her father wrapped around her little finger, and he has nothing to complain about it.
⊛ John "Johnny" Mactavish
"Daddy, give me two bucks please?" Asks Oliver, finding his dad chilling on the sofa watching his team's football game on TV. Johnny glances amused at his son, feeling somewhat proud that the boy has been using the new word he learned from his dad even if it's to extort money from him.
He was just about to reach inside his front pocket for his wallet when he stops, mind refreshing something that happened not a while ago: he already gave the boy money to put inside his piggy bank a few hours ago.
Raising an eyebrow, he questions. "Didn't I gave ye five bucks early, bug?"
"Yes, but Mr. Piggy ate all of it!"
It takes a few seconds until a loud cackle echoes in the first floor of the house. Guess Johnny will have to be his son's bank from now on.
⊛ Simon "Ghost" Riley
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
He just entered his bedroom when he finds his baby Daisy playing dress up in front of the closet mirror, wearing her blue princess dress and standing on your high black heels, with a prominent pink lipstick smudge from her lips to her left cheek.
Simon doesn't know if he laughs or cries at your makeup all splattered on the white mattress of your bed.
He fakes a cough, holding himself from chortling at his daughter's antics. He then clears his throat. "Yes, sweetheart, you look very pretty." Trying to please her, he swiftly takes the tube of eye mascara from her hand. "But you know you can't play on daddy and mommy's room, right? And not with mommy stuff, too."
"Daddy, please don't tell mommy, she gonna get angy." Daisy join hear tiny hands in a plea, putting out her best puppy eyes and pouting to convince his father to take her side.
He's far too good at not falling into traps like that. But not matter how well trained he is, everything changes when is his baby girl asking.
Chuckling, he picks her up in his large arms. "Let's clean up this little face first, huh? You'll look even prettier without makeup, just like mommy." And that actually convinced her from not snooping around your makeup stuff for some time.
But it doesn't prevent her from trying your clothes and heels once in awhile; nothing that Mr. Riley can't solve, as long as he keeps reaffirming how beautiful she is to him.
