#tanner evans

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Damn The 3rd Chapter Of Danger's Back was amazing! I can't wait to find out who Tanner Evans is ...... 

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[relatively--sane-blog]

Breakfast with a side of crimefighting.

Quinn turned to her right, and the back to her left. She tilted her head a little bit and her narrowed eyes locked on the reflection of her still-flat stomach. She ran her hand down over it, not sure exactly what she was expecting. It was ridiculous of her to expect anything at this point. She'd just gotten the test results back as positive what? A week ago? She wouldn't be showing for at least another couple of months, and she certainly wouldn't be feeling anything for a while either. She wasn't sure why she was standing there, scrutinizing her reflection. Though it was one of those instances of the past that she really didn't like to bring back up again, she had been pregnant once before. The circumstances were very different now, of course. Now she was just a month away from being twenty years old, she was out of high school, and the baby that she'd found out that she was pregnant with didn't belong to someone she shouldn't have slept with in the first place. This time it was with her boyfriend, who she was in love with. The blonde glanced up at the mirrored closet doors as she heard the bedroom door open behind her, Sam coming in.

"You're not dressed yet." he noted. She sighed and left a hand on her stomach, over the white t-shirt that belonged to Sam, as she turned to look at him. "We're ready to have a baby, right?" she asked. Moving to California and getting started on her schooling was already going in her favor. There was already a job lined up for Sam too. They would both be in a place of stability, and that was important when having a child. So what was it that was worrying her so much about this being pregnant thing? "I think we're ready." Sam answered, pulling her from her thoughts. "Come on, we'll be great parents." She couldn't help but smile a bit at the boyish grin he had on his face. After sparing one last glance at her reflection, she moved closer to him where he sat on the edge of the bed, placing her hands on his shoulders. She met his eyes for a moment, once again getting lost in the thoughts bouncing around in her head. She could definitely see Sam being a great dad, that was a given, but herself as a mom was the part that she seemed to be more unsure about. She did have a whole nine months to get more comfortable with the idea still.

Thinking of how the next nine months were going to go for her, sometimes on her own with Sam working, sometimes working herself -not to mention with the growing belly and hormones that would probably make her crazy- she raised an eyebrow at him. "And you're still gonna want to be with me when I'm crazy hormonal and waddling around?" she asked. Sam furrowed his brow and made a thoughtful face jokingly, "You know.. I might have to think about the waddling thing." She smacked his shoulder playfully and he laughed, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Of course I'll still want to be with you, Quinn." he said seriously. Quinn took a moment to glance down at the space between their bodies, the space that in a few months would be taken up by her growing stomach. "And when I'm blown up like a blimp?" she asked. He pulled her closer and she looked up from the now closed space to meet his eyes again. "I'm not going anywhere, Quinn. I love you." he said, then placed a hand over the one of hers that had dropped to her stomach again.

"Mamaaa.." The quiet, half asleep drawl in front of her had Quinn awake almost instantly. She opened her eyes and sat up a bit, looking at the two year old standing at the edge of the bed. Tanner sniffled and held his arms out for her to pick him up. She lifted the little boy up onto the bed with her, and he immediately curled up in her lap, his blonde head against her chest. He sniffled again and she glanced down at him through her still-blurry eyes. "What's wrong baby?" she asked. Tanner tugged on the bottom of his Spiderman pajama shirt and huffed out a sigh. "I'ant Daddy." he whined, pouting out his bottom lip after the fact. "Awwh, baby don't cry." she said, kissing the top of his head and hugging him closer to her as the waterworks began. It'd become a daily routine, Tanner coming in to wake her up and ask where Daddy was or if he was coming home today. The little boy didn't usually cry like he was now though. She rocked him a little bit where they sat until he squirmed out of her arms and wiped his eyes. "Call Daddy?" he asked in between sniffles. Quinn hated seeing Tanner upset. When he was a baby, she'd stayed up for hours on end with him until he finally went to sleep just because she couldn't stand laying him in the crib and hearing him cry himself to sleep. It was hard trying to explain to him that Sam was working and couldn't be home everyday to play with him or read him comic books, or be home at night to put him to sleep and give him the binky Quinn was slowly trying to wane him off of. "We'll call Daddy later today alright? He's working right now, making the big bucks remember?" It'd been a joke that Sam had told the child once. That he had to go out and make the big bucks so that he could take care of the two of them. Of course, Quinn worked too. She refused to let Sam do all the work when it came to taking care of the family. Tanner nodded his small head and sniffled. "Breafess?" Quinn smiled, "Yes, let's go get you some breakfast. Go pick out your clothes first." she said, setting him back on his feet.

Tanner hurried out of the room, back down the hall to his bedroom. She had taught him which drawers held what clothes so every once in a while she let him go and pick out what he wanted to wear for the day. Most times she ended up having to straighten up the drawers and refold the clothes again afterwards, but that was okay. She got up out of bed, pulling the covers back up as she made it. Once the bed was made, she turned to her dresser, pulling out jean capris and a gray t-shirt for herself. She glanced up at Tanner's reflection in the closet mirrors as she heard him come back in the doorway and laughed. "Excuse me mister, what is that in your mouth?" Tanner laughed around the pacifier and held up the shirt and shorts that he held separately in each hand. Quinn shook her head, not managing to wipe the smile off her face. She took the light blue shirt with the green collar and matching green shorts from him and looked down at the screenprinted picture of Nemo and Squirt on the front of the shirt. "We're going with Nemo today huh?" Tanner nodded and held his arms up over his head like he did when he was ready for his shirt to be taken off. "Nuh uh, binky first." Quinn held out her hand. Tanner shook his head and she raised her eyebrows. With a huffed out sigh, he removed the pacifier from his mouth and gave it to her. He eyed it as she put it up on top of her dresser where he couldn't reach it. "Alright, let's get dressed. Arms up!" He held his arms up over his head again and she changed his pajama shirt for the Nemo one. She kissed his forehead once the shirts were swapped and went to the bathroom to grab a diaper from the stack in the cabinet. Potty training wasn't exactly in the works just yet, it'd certainly be happening soon though. Once he was changed and finished getting dressed, Quinn got herself dressed too before they went downstairs into the kitchen. "Mama, I'anna watch I'derman." Tanner said as she put a waffle in the toaster oven for him. She set hit the start button and turned to look at him. "Okay sweetie, I'll turn it on in the living room and bring you breakfast." They went out into the living room and Quinn picked up the couple textbooks and several papers scattered on the coffee table so that Tanner could sit on the floor and have somewhere to put his food.

She grabbed the remote for the TV and controller for the Xbox and set up the Spiderman cartoon they had on Netflix that Tanner had watched at least nine times in just the past week. The moment it started, he was totally enthralled. When the bad guy appeared on the screen, he lifted up his arm and aimed at the TV, making the noises he usually made when he was pretending to be Spiderman and shooting web from his hand. Quinn smiled to herself and went back to the kitchen to fix breakfast. She fixed Tanner his waffle with a little bit of syrup then cut up a banana for him. She put some grapes, and some cut up cantaloupe and watermelon in a bowl for herself and took both dishes back out into the living room. The waffle was already all cut up, so as soon as the food was in front of him and the fork was in his hand, Tanner started eating. Quinn ate a couple pieces of her fruit before picking up one of the books one of her teachers had recommended for her to read. She had the day off from work and class had been cancelled for the day, so thankfully she'd be able to stay at home and relax a little bit with her son, and later call Sam so Tanner could get his Daddy time.

[notstandingstill-blog]

It wasn’t uncommon for Sam to lay on the bed in their room and draw while Quinn read Tanner his bedtime story and said her good nights to him. It was a few minutes of downtime every day that he enjoyed; no students, no hyperactive two year old, no girlfriend. It was his few minutes of peace that he could spend however he wanted, and most nights it was with his earbuds in and a pencil in his hand. He didn’t have to help the teenagers with their assignments, or help Tanner with whatever he wanted to do, he could just do whatever came to mind. He’d had to laugh slightly as he thought about his son. Lately he’d wanted to believe that he could sling webs from his hands, just like Spiderman could. Sam had taken to carrying him while he did it, running around the room with him, mimicking Spiderman’s movements on the web. It sent Tanner into a fit of giggles as he did it, holding out his hands and making a small noise, to send them back across the room, imaginary spiderwebs that didn’t need Daddy’s strong arms around him pulling him from wall to wall. Sam loved playing with him. He honestly couldn’t get enough of the smile on his little boy’s face, the way that he laughed and that feeling filled the room around him. Every day still felt like that first day when he’d come back from San Diego for the second time, just before Finn had passed away, and he’d been so consumed with that overwhelming feeling of belonging. If he was still feeling that two years later... He could only hope it would last a lifetime. Sure, there were moments at school, working, when he realized that some day, Tanner would be one of the boys in high school, trying out for the football team, or joining the chess club – whichever one made him happiest – and having girlfriends and first kisses and dances, but he didn’t need to get that far ahead of himself just yet. He didn’t need to think of his two year old son as a teenaged boy just yet. He hadn’t even been properly introduced to the ninja turtles yet, and Sam hoped he had time to properly go over Splinter and Shredder before he had to send his little boy off to school with action figures and no clue how they should be properly played with. He still had time for all of that, and he just had to remember that. He was only just turned 27 himself. Forever for him at this point had only been 27 years, and he was sure that the next sixteen weren’t going to fly past as quickly as his mother insisted they would. He’d smiled when he felt the weight shift on the bed beside him and quickly closed his sketchbook. Not that he never showed Quinn what he was drawing, because that was far from the truth, but he didn’t like people to see things that weren’t completed. The fact that he’d been more secretive about his drawings lately had little to do with the fact that he didn’t want her to see them, and more with the fact that he’d scrapped so many of them before he’d finished. He pulled the earbuds from his ears, an instrumental track barely audible as he let them fall to the duvet, leaning over to kiss her cheek, “And how do you know I’m gonna give it to him this time?” He asked, unable to help but let his smile break out into an all-out grin. They’d discussed his pacifier a few times now. Quinn felt he was too old for it; Sam wanted to let him keep it as long as he wanted it. Some days, he was sure he would win that fight, and then other days, he knew he would ultimately lose it. He’d gone to get up, sketchbook in hand to put back in the drawer, but had turned again at the last second, kissing her again, “I’ll be right back.” Tanner’s room was easy enough to pick out walking down the short hallway, the soft light coming from it, and the way the little boy curled in on himself and pretended to be asleep as soon as Sam had come into view in the doorway. He was smiling a toothy smile, his eyes squeezed shut altogether too tightly, playing the little game they played with each other every night. Sam stepped in, and picked the pacifier up from the shelf they kept it on, out of Tanner’s line of sight, and his reach, “Well I guess if Tanner’s gone to sleep already, he doesn’t need his bink...” Sam had halfway teased, turning his back to the child in the racecar bed. “Wanit Daddy,” he’d said simply, having not figured out the realism in having a sleepy voice in this situation just yet. Sam turned back around quickly, and though he’d already been tucked in, he’d wiggled up slightly from underneath the blanket, and had propped himself up with his little hands. He couldn’t help but laugh, looking at his son half-sitting the way he was. He might not have completely figured out how well he had his mother wrapped around his tiny little fingers, but somehow Sam knew that his son knew just how much power he had over him. “What does Mommy tell you about your bink, Tanner?” He heard the breath that Tanner had let out as he opened up a hand to show all of his fingers, “Big boy.” “Thats right, you’re a big boy...” He’d crossed the room now to sit beside the bed, leaning up against the wall beside it. Reaching over to hold Tanner’s hand, small fingers gripping three of his own, and it only served to remind him that two years old was not a very big boy at all, looking at the little joints. He curled his own fingers in, holding his hand. He really was still just a baby, and as much as Quinn wanted him to, he just couldn’t say no. “Bink Daddy?” Tanner had asked, and Sam reached up with his other hand, pacifier in the middle of it. Tanner grabbed it and put it in his mouth, sucking on it as he laid back down on the pillow. “S’derman?” He asked around the rubber. Sam shook his head slightly to that one, “Sorry kiddo... We can read Spiderman tomorrow night... Mommy already read you your dinosaur book, and it’s past your bedtime...” “Daddy peas?” He smiled as his son drew out the last word, probably something he’d picked up from some childrens television show, or even from Faith. He could hear the sleep edging into his voice, and leaned over, kissing his forehead. He gave his fingers another light squeeze, resting his head against the side of the bed, “How about we read more Spiderman in the morning?” He asked. He was met with a soft ‘oday’, and a grip that relaxed slightly on his fingers, as he reached over with his other hand to pull the covers back up over him. “I love you, Tanner.” “Wuv oo Daddy...” Sam sat quietly, until Tanner’s fingers finally fell from his own a few minutes later, and the only sounds that filled the room were the occasional loud suck on the pacifier. He got back up, and quietly tiptoed across the room, closing the door halfway and returning to Quinn, where he stood in the doorway with a sheepish smile. “He’s not too big for a binky...” He said quietly with that childish grin still faintly drawn across his face, “he’s still just a baby.”