unbroken_halo (unbroken_halo) wrote in stirs_of_echo, @ 2010-07-30 01:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | baby, damon, damon/grant, fics, grant, max |
Fic: Baby Mine
Title: Baby Mine
Authors: sevs_lil_secret and unbroken_halo
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and Company belong to JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is meant.
Summary: Max meets Baby and finds out there is more than what meets the eye going on in the Wolffe house.
Warnings: Mentions of Past Trauma, Language, Puppy Antics
AN: Set in the current time frame of Hols, just before Chapter 110.
Grant looked down at the small puppy sitting on his foot as he stood at the kitchen counter. “Damon, could you please come and get Baby, I’m trying to cook and I don’t want to spatter her with grease,” he called to his husband in the other room. He smiled down at the tiny puppy and shook his head.
“Poppa needs to come and get you.”
A shrill whistle sounded out through the house and Baby’s tiny cropped ears stood up even taller and she scrambled to run towards the sound. She fell face first off of Grant’s foot still trying to run at Damon. Claws clicking on the tile flooring, Baby hurried from the room, tail trying to wag.
“Hey my lil baby, was Daddy mean to you?”
A pitiful whimper was heard, followed by a sharp bark.
“Tell Poppa all about it.”
More whinging and whimpers were heard as Baby told her Poppa about Daddy.
In the kitchen, Grant laughed and rolled his eyes. “Baby, are you telling tall tales to Poppa?” he called and grinned as he heard the tiny bark.
He lifted the slices of bacon from the pan and broke two eggs in for Damon. “Do you think we need to put her in the bedroom tomorrow?” he asked as he flipped the eggs before sliding them onto a plate. Carrying their simple supper into the living room, he handed one plate to Damon before settling onto the sofa. “I don’t know if Sarah will scare her.”
Damon tucked the puppy in the pocket of his t-shirt and picked up the plate. He broke off a tiny piece of bacon fat and offered it to the little dog.
Baby licked the grease from Damon’s fingers and gnawed on the bacon. “Tell Daddy what you think of his idea of putting you in the bedroom.”
Little white teeth were bared as Baby snarled; tiny growls came from her as her lips made an evil doggy smile.
Grant couldn’t help but laugh at her antics as he looked at Damon. “Damon, what if she nips at Sarah? Little dogs don’t do well with little kids and I don’t want her to be stepped on.”
Damon rubbed Baby’s nose and the snarls stopped. Her eyes closed and she sank down into the pocket even further.
“The vet said to let her interact with children because they need to socialize. We’ll have to feed her in the kitchen most likely and keep Sarah out while she’s eating.”
He wiped his fingers on a napkin and picked up his fork. “We could put her in that sling you bought.”
“I’d be afraid to cook with her so close to the stove though,” Grant said as he took a bite of his eggs. “You could wear one of your baby shirts.” It hadn’t taken two days of owning the tiny Min Pin before Grant was sewing big pockets on some of Damon’s shirts to carry the tiny puppy.
Damon grinned as he folded a slice of bacon into a piece of toast, and then sopped it into the runny yellow from the eggs. “Who said you’d be wearing it?”
Baby barked in response and licked her chops. Damon looked down at her and shook his head. “No, you had your bit. If you are hungry you know your dish is in the kitchen.”
Grant rolled his eyes as he watched his big husband talking to the tiny dog. “Let me have her,” he said as he held his hands out for her.
Baby snarled again and ducked down into the pocket. Damon laughed and tipped her out into his palm. He passed her to Grant and took his plate from him. “There you go. Daddy will take you to your bowls.”
“I’m not finished eating,” Grant said as he tucked the puppy in next to him and picked his plate up from where Damon set it. He dipped a piece of toast into his egg yolk and offered it to Baby.
“Here you go, my tiny angel,” he cooed as he let her eat it from his fingertips. When she finished, he went back to eating, not quite looking Damon in the eye. “Anything on tv?”
Damon shook his head. “I’ll remember that when you are yelling at me she’s getting fat from all the table food.” He picked up the remote and flipped through the channels.
“Want to watch a movie?” He flicked his wand at the DVD’s they had rented the night before. “We have Mindhunters and The Longest Yard.”
Grant cocked a brow at his husband and bit into his toast, chewing while he spoke. “I’m not the only one that gives her treats, so I don’t want to hear it. I’m in the mood for something funny, how about you?”
“One treat is one thing, I had told her no, about another.” Damon looked at the movies. “The Longest Yard it is.” He set his plate on the coffee table and put the movie in the player, and then sat down to eat again.
“You said you weren’t giving her another, you didn’t say anything about me,” Grant smirked as Baby barked her own opinion at Poppa. “See, she agrees with me. She’s a growing girl.”
Damon looked at Grant and then down at Baby. “Alright one treat each from Daddy and Poppa per meal.”
A car door slamming had Baby wriggling out of Grant’s shirt and standing on his thigh, barking her head off. The actions shook her whole body as she began growling as well interspaced with sharp barks.
“Shhh Baby, it’s alright, it’s just Uncle Max,” Grant cooed as they heard the kitchen door open. “We’re in here Max.” Baby stared at the kitchen door growling for all she was worth; ready to protect Daddy from whatever monster came in.
“Damon, look at Baby!” Grant exclaimed as he ran his hand over the hair bristling on her back.
Max pushed open the swinging door and stared at Damon and Grant and the little rat on Grant’s leg. He shook his head. “What is that? Is that The Baby?”
Grant scooped her up in one hand when she tried to jump down to attack Max’s foot. “Yes, this is Baby, isn’t she just adorable?” he simpered as he kissed the little dog’s face.
Max shook his head. “She’s just a half a dog.” He sat down in Damon’s recliner and leaned forward. He held out his hand towards Grant, palm down. “Ain’t you just a vicious little thing?” He looked at Grant and Damon, raising an eyebrow.
Baby stopped barking and looked at Max and then his hand. Grant held his breath not knowing if the little dog would bite or not, Max was her first stranger. Max moved closer and Baby wriggled her way out of Grant’s grasp, jumping to Max.
Max caught the little puppy and held it in his palm, his large fingers closing around her tiny body. He lifted her up to look her in the face.
Baby looked down at Max, licked his nose then growled at him, softly; tail just a wiggling inside his palm.
Grant just smiled as he began to eat once more. “So what’s going on Max?” he asked, watching as Damon got up to go put coffee on.
“I came by to see the dog before I brought Sarah over tomorrow.” Max opened his hand and pushed the dog on its back, rubbing its belly then snickering as one little back leg began kicking wildly.
Grant nodded, he understood. “We were just talking about what to do with Baby tomorrow. Damon will have her in his pocket tomorrow, so I don’t think you’ll need to worry too much and if Baby gets to be a handful, she has a basket in the bedroom to take a nap in.
Max looked up at that. “Damon’s going to wear the dog?” He chuckled again and let the dog sit up then handed her back to Grant.
Grant took her and let her curl up on his lap. “I made some big pockets on a few of his old shirts so Baby can be right with him and he has his hands free,” Grant explained, knowing full well that they probably sounded like a couple of fools.
Max shook his head again and laughed out loud, trying to picture Damon with the dog stuck in a low pocket almost like one of the Muggle male pregnancy suits. He laughed even harder at the mental image and nodded. “Alrighty then. Has Sev and Harry seen The Baby?”
“No not yet, you’re the first,” Grant said as he moved Baby to sit on the cushion beside him, thinking that maybe it would be for the best if the dog stayed in the bedroom tomorrow. He didn’t want his husband laughed at and he didn’t want to be laughed at either.
“She’s a good little puppy,” he said giving Max an embarrassed smile.
Max nodded and watched Grant for a moment. His eyes ran over the plate of food, the dog then back to Grant. “I can see. She’s a little cutie.” He stood and leaned down to kiss the top of Grant’s head.
Baby jumped to her feet and once again began growling at Max. Her little mouth pulled back into a snarl yet her tail was just wagging like there was no tomorrow as Damon came back in with coffee for all of them. “Are you protecting Daddy, baby?”
Grant shushed the puppy and smiled apologetically at Max. “I’m sorry about that,” he murmured as he tucked the puppy under one arm, setting his plate to one side. “Excuse me a moment please.” Grant stood and left the living room with Baby in his arms.
Damon shook his head and handed the mug to Max. He eyed the big Healer for a moment then smiled. “Well what do you think of Grant’s dog?”
Max took the mug and chuckled. “She’s certainly something, what is it? Is it supposed to be that little?” he asked as he waited for Damon to sit back down. “He’s not coming back in here, is he?”
Damon looked around and shrugged then sat on the couch. “Baby’s a Min Pin, Grant rescued her from the breeder.” He met Max’s gaze and sighed. “She’s been really good for him,” he said softly.
“He’s eating better? Sleeping?” Max asked quietly as he sipped at the hot brew.
Damon nodded. “Seems to be, although last night he was up several times checking on Baby. I caught him once kneeling beside the dog bed his hand hovering over her as if he were watching her breathe.”
Max nodded, he thought he had a good idea as to what was going on. “And how many times were you up checking on her as well?” he asked, trying not to laugh.
Damon scowled. “Grant woke me up every time he got out of bed.” He looked down into the coffee mug. “I finally told him to just put the dog in the bed with us,” he said softly. “She slept in the headboard book case on one of Grant’s pillows.”
Max could only imagine. “Damon, tell me you’ve charmed that dog, tell me it has a safety amulet or something. I honestly don’t know what Grant would do if something happened to it,” he said as he watched his old friend.
Damon sighed. “The vet checked her over good. She’s healthy but small.” He looked up at Max, “And yeah, her collar is charmed.”
Max nodded. “Thank Merlin for that. Don’t let him transfer too much to the dog Damon… and you shouldn’t either,” he said softly, hoping he’d not pissed the man off.
Damon gave him a grim look. “I am well aware of what’s going on, Max. Just take a look around the room and see what you can find.”
Max looked around the living room of the old house and shook his head as he found snapshots of the dog, and too many toys to count; it looked like a pet store had been opened. He let out a soft breath and shook his head. “Too late, huh?”
Damon nodded. “We had an argument about the dog while shopping and when I finally realized what it was he had, I relented and let him keep her.”
“Don’t let him forget you, okay?”
“Not going to happen. He knows better.” Damon sipped his coffee and sighed, “He’ll calm down after a bit.”
Max nodded. “I’m glad to see him eating like this; he looks like he’s gaining fairly rapidly. Is the vet’s number on speed dial yet?” he laughed as he took a larger swallow, sitting back to get comfortable.
Damon nodded, “I had to reprogram the phone the first night. It will help having Sarah around during the day as well.”
“I’ll have a talk with her about Baby and that she can’t pester her,” Max said with a grin.
The sound of tiny nails on the hardwood floors caused him to raise his head, Baby ran in the living room, slipping and sliding on the floor until she ended up at Damon’s feet. She looked over at Max for a moment before trotting over to gnaw on the toe of his boot.
Damon shook his head and bent down. “Come here, little monster,” he growled softly and picked Baby up. He held her with both hands and looked into her brown eyes. “We don’t chew on people’s boots.” He kissed the top of the dog’s head and tucked her into his shirt pocket, rubbing her soft slick fur.
Max tried hard not to laugh as he watched his friend and the pup. Grant called in from the bedroom.
“Damon, Baby needs to go out, can you take her?”
Damon sighed. “Come on Max, I’ll walk you out.” He stood and walked over to get Baby’s leash, lightly tapping her nose when she growled at the bright red cord. “None of that now, Daddy says you need to go outside. Let’s go pee on his herbs.”
Max’s sides shook with laughter as he listened and then reached out to pluck the tiny jacket from its hook. “You might want to put this on her, it’s cold out there.”
Damon glared at Max for a moment then, quickly buckled the little leather motorcycle jacket on Baby. She bared her teeth at him then licked at his fingers. Once Damon placed her on the floor she looked up at him and then Max, growling softly once again, then tugged on the leash, ready to go.
As the men walked slowly to where Max’s truck was parked, Max looked down at the dog and his friend. “I won’t tell anyone Damon,” he said as he stooped down and stroked the slick little head. “Goodbye Baby Wolffe.”
Damon shook his head as Baby tried to lick Max’s fingers as they petted her. “Be careful, Max and we’ll see all of you all tomorrow?”
“Well, it will just be Sarah and I tomorrow, but we’ll be here around noon. Do you need me to pick anything up?” Max asked as he carefully shut his door and rolled the window down.
Damon picked up Baby and tucked her in his elbow. “No I don’t think so. I'm smoking a brisket and I told him I’d make The Cake for Sunday dessert. Gregory and Davy will be here as well.”
Max looked at Damon, a look of disbelief on his face. “Have you told Sev yet? Damon, this may not be a good idea, you know how Harry was when he saw that one ass with Sev at the bar. I don’t think The Cake will keep them occupied.”
Damon rolled his eyes. “The Cake is just dessert, Max. Sev has talked with Harry and it’s not like the boy is going to try something with Sev. We always have the new doc over for dinner and Grant’s already seen Gregory in town.”
He eyed Max for a moment. “Grant said Gregory seemed pretty happy about being married. You should give Harry a little more credit. I think he might surprise you.”
Max huffed out a breath as he thought of his old submissive and shook his head. “I’m glad Greg’s happy, I really am. I just didn’t know Davy was here already,” he said and then looked out over the dark yard. “It’s not that I don’t give Harry credit, it’s the fact I know he’s trained to kill and right now he’s a little out of his emotional comfort zone.”
Damon nodded. “I suppose.” He stopped and thought of how to word what he was about to say. “Max… I don’t mean anything by this but he’s not Allie. He might be emotionally troubled but he‘s shown no real signs of hostility. Not without good cause anyway. I highly doubt Davy will be pawing on Severus like that Mark asshole did.”
Max drew in a breath as if he had been sucker punched and shook his head. “None taken Damon, I know she’s out of hand right now. You’re right Harry is happy and stable, so he should be alright,” he said as he stared into the distance before starting his truck. “See you all tomorrow; you better get the dog in the house before Grant has a fit.” Without saying anything more, Max put the truck in reverse and waited for Damon to step away before stepping on the gas.
Damon shook his head and watched Max leave. He hated the fact Max was most likely upset with him but sometimes some things had to be hammered home before they sank in. He set Baby on the ground and watched her sniff and find her places before taking her back in the house.
“Grant, we’re back. Ready for the flick now?”
Grant stepped out of the laundry room behind Damon wearing his pyjamas and holding a warmed blanket for the puppy. “Sure. Did you want me to fix you anything else?” he asked as he waited for Damon to take the little jacket off.
Damon eyed the blanket and shook his head. “No Pet, let’s just watch the movie.” He picked up Baby and carried her into the living room divesting her of the jacket. He set her on the ground and laughed as she rolled on the braided rug trying to get the feel of the clothing off her body.
Baby barked and wagged her little stubbed tail, looking up at both men.
Grant bent down and scooped her up, wrapping her in the little baby blanket before he settled on the sofa and looked up, waiting for Damon to join him. “I warmed a blanket for you too,” he said softly and nodded to the fleece throw at the other end of the sofa.
Damon raised an eyebrow and scooped up Grant. He sat down, placing he smaller man between his legs and pulled the throw over them. Summoning the remote he started the movie again, wrapping an arm around Grant and playing with the end of his braid.
Sometime through the movie, Grant fell asleep in his husband’s arms, clutching the puppy in his own. He squirmed a bit on the older man’s lap and pressed his cheek to Damon’s chest.
Damon turned off the movie and picked up Grant carefully, standing easily and walked to their bedroom. He lay Grant on the bed and took the dog from his husband and laid her in her bed. Baby yawned, squirming her way out of the bundle and stomped on it before turning around and settling down.
Damon reached down and petted her head, covering her up with one end then undressed before sliding into bed beside Grant. He pulled the other man close and tucked the blankets around them then waved his hand at the lights, darkening the room before pressing a kiss to the top of Grant’s head and snuggling down himself.
Close to midnight, Grant sat straight up in bed. “Damon!” he cried out, his hands frantically rifling through the blankets. “Where’s my baby, I can’t find her!”
At Grant’s frantic voice Damon rocketed up in the bed. He looked around and squinted at the clock then pulled Grant to him. “Shh. It’s alright, she’s in her bed. I put her there myself.”
“I can’t find Amelia, Damon, I can’t find her!” Grant sobbed as he reached out again over the blankets, his conscious locked in a nightmare.
Damon flicked on the lamp beside their bed and grabbed Grant. He wrapped the sobbing man in his arm and rocked him. “Shh, settle down, settle down. She’s sleeping and you are going to wake her up, baby.” He crooned softly to his husband. It wasn’t the first time Grant had woken him like this but it hadn’t happened in many years.
Grant’s breathing slowed down and he relaxed in his husband’s arms, nodding as the words soothed him. He wrapped his hands over Damon’s arms and began to lightly snore once more.
Damon sighed and continued to rock Grant until he was certain the other man had gone back to sleep. He looked over to the dog bed and found the little animal watching them intently. He clucked to her and she padded across the room, looking up at him from the floor.
Lying down with Grant, Damon reached down and picked up the puppy. Settling her on the pillow still in the headboard, he rubbed her nose and turned out the light listening to them both softly snore.
The following morning, Grant woke before Damon as usual, smiling and shaking his head as he spotted Baby on the headboard. “Did Poppa want to sleep with you last night?” he murmured as he ran his fingers over her coat lightly and turning to kiss his sleeping husband’s cheek.
Once in the kitchen, he took the puppy out and then began Damon’s coffee and breakfast before he started to pull everything he’d need from the cupboards. Pouring his husband a large mug of the strong French roast and carrying it back into the bedroom. “Damon, baby, I’ve got your coffee, your breakfast is cooking,” he said as he reached under the mound of blankets and shook Damon’s shoulder.
Baby followed Grant and watched intently while Grant woke Damon. She barked when the older man grunted and shifted in the bed. “Alright, I’m awake.”
He reached out and patted Grant’s leg and then dropped his arm to the floor feeling out for the dog.
Spying the Hand Monster, Baby crouched down and attacked, sinking her little needle sharp teeth into the meat of the Monster, shaking her head and growling ferociously.
“Ow!” Damon growled and looked out from under the blankets down at Baby. He growled at the dog again and pulled away from the teeth. Spreading his fingers, he attacked, grabbing her face and scratching his nails along her back, gently. “Poppa’s lil devil dog.”
Grant shook his head and smirked down at them both. “Look, it’s Poppa and Baby time. I’m going to go finish cooking, will you entertain her?” he asked as he pulled the blankets back and kissed Damon’s rough cheek. “I’m making you French toast and sausage.”
“Mmm. Sounds good, Pet.” Damon scooped up Baby, sat up in bed and pulled the blankets over his lap. He laid her down on her back and rubbed her tummy.
Baby went limp on the blankets, tongue lolling out of her mouth as she stared up at Grant.
Grant could only laugh. “I do the same thing when he does that to me Baby,” he laughed as he ran his fingers over her once more before leaving for the kitchen.