hii could you finish the scene where denali meets rowan for the first time in the gottrosenali kidfic please 💕
i want to say thank u,,, bc this ask is the reason i remembered that i literally already had this scene 90% written out LMAO. this was just collecting dust in my gdocs, untouched for 5 months, just 2 sentences away from being done. i can't believe i never posted this omg
it's rather short, but pretty sweet! i personally think it's fitting, especially in the context of nali's journey with fatherhood in this au that i have thought way too much about (if only u could see me and blayze's messages about this au. and also the pinterest board. we have so so so SO many thoughts)
anyway here you go!! enjoy!!
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Rosé turns the engine off with a click of a button before looking at his rearview mirror to greet a dazed Rowan with a smile, droopy hazel eyes and a faint hint of a sleep-induced frown greeting him back. He knows the poor kid is probably exhausted from the three hour flight back to New York, but to pass by the skating rink when they headed back home from the airport just made the most sense. Plus, he knows Denali would love not having to take the subway home after a shift at the rink.
“We’ll just pick up Uncle Nali and you can take a nap at home, okay?” Rosé assures her, stepping out of the driver’s seat and opening the passenger door for Rowan to crawl out of. He holds it open for a few more moments, glancing at the time on his phone to make sure he wasn’t late, before he realizes that Rowan hasn’t even bothered moving.
He’s about to urge her on, share how excited Denali is to meet her, when he catches sight of his daughter’s eyelids drooping.
Rosé leans against the car door with a defeated sigh. The effect this kid has on him will be his downfall, he already knows it. “Alright- this is the last time I'm carrying you today. You’re getting a little too heavy for me to just carry around you everywhere.”
He leans in to pull the five year old out of the booster seat, bringing her into his arms with a grunt. Rowan immediately latches on to Rosé’s shoulders, nuzzling into it after pushing her messy honey blonde hair away from her face. She shifts in his arms just enough for Rosé to notice, getting comfortable in her father’s hold on her.
Rosé presses a kiss to her hair, a chuckle following his words. “You comfy?”
He feels her nod into his neck, and he can’t help but smile. “Let’s just say hi to Nali, then you can take a good long nap. Sounds good?”
"Yeah." Rowan yawns. “All good.”
Rosé greets the employees he recognizes as he walks into the ice skating rink, feet dragging against the cold tiles before he manages to reach the bleachers where he spots his boyfriend’s things haphazardly thrown against the plastic seats. He sits down in the row closest to the rink, waving Denali down with his free hand once the brunette finishes his conversation with another skating coach.
His partner skates over the second he gets to, warm smile paired with tired dark eyes that greet him and the drowsy child in his arms as he gets closer.
“Well look who’s with you-” Denali leans against the short fence that separates the bleachers from the ice. “Hi Rowan, I’m Denali.”
There’s an awkward silence that lasts a little while, eagerly waiting for the five year old to respond to his introduction.
“Hi Nali.” The little girl replies, peering out of her father’s shoulder to meet the skater’s eyes with a small smile. “Dada likes to talk about you sometimes.”
The blunt confession earns a laugh from the older, Rosé surprised at the candidness he didn’t expect his daughter to possess in her drowsy state. “Sometimes?” The brunette chuckles, sending a knowing gaze his partner’s way before focusing back on the child in Rosé’s arms. Rowan nods.
“Well, I hope he talked about good things.”
“He said you can twirl on ice skates.”
“That I can do.” Denali smiles, pushing against the barrier to slide back to the middle of the rink. He spins in place, even going the extra mile and twirling a little faster to impress the five year old.
He slows to a stop, skating back to where Rosé and his daughter stand at the edge of the ice. Denali catches Rowan sporting a toothy grin. She looks just like Rosé.
“That’s so cool.” The girl's drowsy stare is replaced by eyes filled with wonder. “Can you teach me how to spin too?”
Denali looks at his boyfriend, catching the rush of relief that paints his face. He’s been hearing Rosé stress about introducing his partners to Rowan for weeks, so to have it go as well as it is right now, Denali knows his boyfriend’s shoulders feel a little lighter.
“Of course.” There’s a gentle smile on the brunette’s lips as he meets Rowan’s eyes. Denali opens his mouth to ask Rosé when she’s free to skate when a yawn interrupts him. He catches Rowan mirroring his yawn not long after. Denali makes the decision to schedule her first skating lesson some other time.
He leans against the barrier, finger reaching out to gently tap the little girl's nose. “How about tomorrow? I’m a little too tired to teach you today.”
Rowan takes a second to reply, eyes flickering upward as if deep in thought, then she nods. Her drowsy gaze slowly comes back. “I’m tired too. We should take a nap at the house.”
Rosé chuckles before nodding his head. He meets Denali’s eyes, and all the fear and uncertainty that previously plagued his system is gone. “That sounds like a great idea.”
@nickysjaida sent this kidfic idea to a discord we share with some friends and i basically took it under my wing and made it my own sdkfjhas thank u blayzey dazey ilysm
we literally have 300 billion trillion other headcannons for this universe and also a pinterest board so you know its serious!! ill post the other scenes ive written soon but this is all i have completed now sooo here have some mlm gottrosenali raising rosie's kid woo woo
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Rosé hates that he comes home late during choreography days.
He’s never really been one to complain about work hours and rehearsing well past his schedule, if anything he’s happy he has a show to sustain him and his partners for a solid couple of months. But now that there’s always someone waiting for him to come home, he guesses that’s why his feelings toward it have suddenly changed.
He leans against the counter as he waits for the dinner plate Denali had set aside for him to finish heating up in the microwave, tired eyes scanning their living area just across the island counter and dining table. A grimace paints his lips as he catches sight of unfolded fleece blankets and a handful of toys strewn across the living room carpet, making a mental note to tell his partners about cleaning up before bed to ‘lead by example’ or whatever. He saw an article about it on those parenting sites he finds himself frequenting recently.
The beeping of the microwave rings in Rosé’s ear before he turns to take his dinner out, grabbing utensils and a glass of water before setting it on the breakfast nook and making himself comfortable, pulling his phone out from his pocket to keep himself company as he eats.
He makes sure his actions are quiet, each clank of his metal fork against the porcelain plate muted and careful. The walls in this apartment are too thin for him to assume that Rowan (the lightest sleeper he’s ever met in his life) can’t hear the sounds that accompany his every move. Every now and then his gaze shifts to catch a glimpse of her door well-decorated with stickers Mik got her during one of his frequent trips to LA, silently hoping for the silver doorknob to turn and reveal that she had been waiting for him to come back like she used to the first couple of nights with him. He remembers the tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes sitting by the front door and refusing to go to bed without greeting him a proper goodnight. The memory makes him smile, it always does. Rowan always makes him smile.
Rosé sets down the plate on the kitchen sink before walking over to Ro’s room, wincing at the slight creaking of the floorboards that greets him as he walks in. He holds back a yawn as he inches closer to her bed, arms reaching out to pull the comforter over her body when he sees the stain of tears on her pillowcase.
The stain is fresh, and Rosé feels his heart tighten in his chest. He leans in slowly, catching sight of her furrowed eyebrows, the edges of her lips turned down into a frown as quiet sniffles bounce lightly against the thin walls of her bedroom. Her arms wrap tighter around the pillow in her arms, and the mere sight of his baby in any sort of distress is all it takes for him to gently shake her awake.
“Ro? Baby-” He whispers, running a hand through tangled hair as he rubs her forearm to try and wake her up. He sees her writhe under his touch and when her eyes jolt open, the cries that erupt soon after urge Rosé to pull her out of bed and into a hug.
He rubs her back as he stands back up, rocking her back and forth in his arms as he lets her cry it out into his shoulder and onto his shirt. Her wails are loud and drown out any other sound that dares to compete with his daughter’s painful sobs, holding her tighter as hiccups start to accompany her cries. He attempts to soothe her through by holding her as close as he can, whispering reassuring words in her ear and pressing soft kisses on her temple until the ear-piercing wails slowly turn into hushed sniffles.
“What happened baby?” Rosé pulls away to take a look at his daughter’s face, free hand reaching up to push away stray hairs damp with tears.
“Nightmare.” She manages to sputter out in between her hiccups, frail arms wrapped tight around her dad’s shoulders tightening its grip around him as she breaks eye contact with him to lay on his shoulder once again. “You didn’t come home.”
He doesn’t understand how four words could sting him that much, but they do. The second it dawns on him just how much it probably meant to her that he got home safe, it takes all of him not to cry with her then and there. His heart breaks into a million little pieces when he feels her hug him a little tighter than she usually does, so he leans into the hug with just as much love.
“Oh baby,” He coos, running a hand through her hair and continuing to rock her in his arms. “I’ll always come home, I promise.”
They lie in the soothing silence for a few more minutes, filling the quiet atmosphere with soft hums of a lullaby Rosé knew helped put her to bed. He feels her breath slow down after a while, the continuous tears that ran down Rowan’s cheeks finally coming to a stop. It takes all of his body control to gently set her back down on her bed and pull the polkadot covers over her body, a small smile painting his lips as he watches her sleep for a few moments before leaning in to press a soft kiss on her forehead.
“I’m not going anywhere angel.” He whispers, pressing one more kiss onto his daughter’s temple before standing back up.
Rosé turns to the door to find Mik leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest and the genuine gaze of blue eyes going back and forth between him and Rowan.
“You gotta get the kid a nightlight or something. Nali had to get in bed with her to get her to fall asleep, she was so scared.” Mik whispers the moment the brunette shuts the door to Rowan’s room. The younger wraps his arms around him to pull him into a quick kiss, Rosé’s hands drifting down to his waist as he leans in for one more.
“I know.” Rosé sighs as he pulls away, turning his head to cover the yawn that escapes his lips. “God, I really gotta get home earlier.”
“She just wants to know you’re okay.” Mik reasons with him, and Rosé knows he’s right. It’s surprising that somehow he always is.
“Okay let's get you to bed, you look exhausted.” Mik smiles, hand trailing down to intertwine his fingers with the blonde's. He leans back up to press a kiss on Rosé’s cheek. “Nali is fucking snoring, by the way.”
