Things Worth Waking Up For
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i_am_tl_drTitle: Things Worth Waking Up For
Character: Dewey Ceinion and Ambrose Parker
Rating: PG
Word count: 608
Notes: Like 12 hours after True Love's Kiss. Gwen was not kidding when she said Nerys was about to pop.
Dewey’s phone buzzed on his bedside table, not loud enough to rouse him from sleep. A moment later, Parker’s phone squawked from his pants piled beside the bed, and he sent a hand pawing at the floor to try and collect it, grumbling into the pillow when he had to lean further to snag his jeans. He squinted blearily at the screen-- 1:47 a.m., gross-- and swiped to look at the message, and promptly dropped the phone.
“Dewey. Dewey, babe, wake up,” he said, gently nudging his lover, and Dewey groaned and pushed him back.
“Uh-uh. Sleeping.”
“No, seriously, open your eyes and look at this.” Parker held his phone right in front of Dewey’s face, so when one blue eye cracked open the other followed suit immediately.
“Oh, wow. Look at that.” He yawned widely and took the phone, reading the text under the picture. “Briallen Rhian Grosvenor. Oh, it’s a girl.”
“She’s so tiny,” Parker said, turning the screen so they could both look at the little pink scrunched-up face resting against Nerys’s chest, Nerys herself flushed from exertion. “Eight pounds? Isn’t that tiny?”
“I think that’s normal. How should I know?” Dewey rolled onto his side to blink at Parker in the dim light of the screen. “What do I know about babies?” Parker shrugged, and Dewey yawned again. “Who even sent you that?”
“Your mother, who else?”
“At…” Dewey grabbed Parker’s hand to bring the phone closer to his face. “Ten of two? Did she literally just give birth?”
“Probably Will sent it to Gwen who sent it to me…” Dewey’s phone buzzed again, and this time he heard it, fumbling to grab it.
“4:34 Eastern standard, apparently,” he said when the screen lit up. “Twenty-one inches? That’s normal, right?”
“No clue,” Parker said, taking back his own phone to look at the picture again. “Wow. Born on Black Friday, hope that doesn’t predict anything about her temperament or spending habits.”
“Maybe Will can run out and get all the baby girl stuff they didn’t get because she didn’t want to know the gender first on sale.”
“Your sister’s fondness for surprises is kind of astonishing when she takes it that far.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me…” Dewey shook his head, and when his phone buzzed again in his hand he turned it to show Parker another picture of Briallen, this time swaddled in Will’s arms. “She’s got Nerys’s eyes.”
“And Will’s nose. Poor thing.”
“Maybe she’ll grow into it?” Dewey smiled. “Like a puppy into its paws.”
“You probably shouldn’t compare your niece to a puppy when you talk to Nerys.”
“How stupid do you think I look, exactly?” Dewey yawned again, adding, “Believe me, I’ve spent a lifetime learning what I can get away with saying to her.” Parker nodded, tossing his phone back to the pile of his clothes.
“I bet her Facebook is going to absolutely blow up with baby pictures as soon as the drugs wear off.”
“She is an Instagram hound. And she’s been hoarding cute baby outfits.”
“Unisex ones?”
“Yeah, like… animal onesies with hoods. I think I can say Briallen looks like a puppy when she’s wearing a puppy onesie, right?”
“Just don’t make the connection to her nose and you should be golden.”
“Well, yeah.” Dewey stopped flipping between the pictures and put his phone down, burying his face into the pillow. “Need more sleep,” he said, barely comprehensible.
“No kidding.” Parker reached over to run his fingers through Dewey’s hair, an affectionate ruffle before he settled back down as well, half expecting his phone to buzz again until he fell back asleep.
Character: Dewey Ceinion and Ambrose Parker
Rating: PG
Word count: 608
Notes: Like 12 hours after True Love's Kiss. Gwen was not kidding when she said Nerys was about to pop.
Dewey’s phone buzzed on his bedside table, not loud enough to rouse him from sleep. A moment later, Parker’s phone squawked from his pants piled beside the bed, and he sent a hand pawing at the floor to try and collect it, grumbling into the pillow when he had to lean further to snag his jeans. He squinted blearily at the screen-- 1:47 a.m., gross-- and swiped to look at the message, and promptly dropped the phone.
“Dewey. Dewey, babe, wake up,” he said, gently nudging his lover, and Dewey groaned and pushed him back.
“Uh-uh. Sleeping.”
“No, seriously, open your eyes and look at this.” Parker held his phone right in front of Dewey’s face, so when one blue eye cracked open the other followed suit immediately.
“Oh, wow. Look at that.” He yawned widely and took the phone, reading the text under the picture. “Briallen Rhian Grosvenor. Oh, it’s a girl.”
“She’s so tiny,” Parker said, turning the screen so they could both look at the little pink scrunched-up face resting against Nerys’s chest, Nerys herself flushed from exertion. “Eight pounds? Isn’t that tiny?”
“I think that’s normal. How should I know?” Dewey rolled onto his side to blink at Parker in the dim light of the screen. “What do I know about babies?” Parker shrugged, and Dewey yawned again. “Who even sent you that?”
“Your mother, who else?”
“At…” Dewey grabbed Parker’s hand to bring the phone closer to his face. “Ten of two? Did she literally just give birth?”
“Probably Will sent it to Gwen who sent it to me…” Dewey’s phone buzzed again, and this time he heard it, fumbling to grab it.
“4:34 Eastern standard, apparently,” he said when the screen lit up. “Twenty-one inches? That’s normal, right?”
“No clue,” Parker said, taking back his own phone to look at the picture again. “Wow. Born on Black Friday, hope that doesn’t predict anything about her temperament or spending habits.”
“Maybe Will can run out and get all the baby girl stuff they didn’t get because she didn’t want to know the gender first on sale.”
“Your sister’s fondness for surprises is kind of astonishing when she takes it that far.”
“Yeah, you’re telling me…” Dewey shook his head, and when his phone buzzed again in his hand he turned it to show Parker another picture of Briallen, this time swaddled in Will’s arms. “She’s got Nerys’s eyes.”
“And Will’s nose. Poor thing.”
“Maybe she’ll grow into it?” Dewey smiled. “Like a puppy into its paws.”
“You probably shouldn’t compare your niece to a puppy when you talk to Nerys.”
“How stupid do you think I look, exactly?” Dewey yawned again, adding, “Believe me, I’ve spent a lifetime learning what I can get away with saying to her.” Parker nodded, tossing his phone back to the pile of his clothes.
“I bet her Facebook is going to absolutely blow up with baby pictures as soon as the drugs wear off.”
“She is an Instagram hound. And she’s been hoarding cute baby outfits.”
“Unisex ones?”
“Yeah, like… animal onesies with hoods. I think I can say Briallen looks like a puppy when she’s wearing a puppy onesie, right?”
“Just don’t make the connection to her nose and you should be golden.”
“Well, yeah.” Dewey stopped flipping between the pictures and put his phone down, burying his face into the pillow. “Need more sleep,” he said, barely comprehensible.
“No kidding.” Parker reached over to run his fingers through Dewey’s hair, an affectionate ruffle before he settled back down as well, half expecting his phone to buzz again until he fell back asleep.
