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Darcy Rhone is a total MILF (total_milf) wrote in wariscoming,

Clark had suggested that it wasn't, perhaps, so much that the boys — Ethan — liked his and Florence's voices more than hers, but that maybe they were more interesting because they were mostly foreign. As much as Darcy wanted to be on board with that, she didn't entirely buy it. Though, it was, she supposed, plausible, considering the fact that that the boys would be comfortable with her voice, by now. She knew that babies could hear and recognize the voices of their mothers even in the womb. For the time being, she thought maybe she would cling to that idea, until it stopped seeming possible again.

She gave Clark another small smile when he'd responded to her gratitude. Darcy wondered, secretly, if that was true; if he really would do anything for her. Hopefully, she wouldn't ever need or want to test that theory. His smile seemed to fade away in favor of discomfort, though, when Darcy had asked him to hold Ethan for her to put Sammy to bed. She had to give credit where credit was due, though, because he agreed, anyway, however awkwardly so. Smirking slightly, Darcy bit her bottom lip and wrinkled her nose to keep from laughing. It really was just too cute, she thought, how nervous he seemed just then. One minute, he'd had his hand on a burner and hadn't even blinked but when she'd asked him to hold a baby, he looked like a deer in headlights.

Darcy stood up, holding Ethan close and nodded for Clark to sit down. "If you sit, maybe you won't be so nervous. Relax, sweetie...it's okay. He's not made of glass," she said with a tone of sympathetic understanding. "I promise. And I won't be long; Sammy's already sleeping. I just have to get him settled in the crib. Two minutes," she added.

Carefully, Darcy handed Ethan over to Clark, helping Clark to position his arms in such a way that both he and Ethan would be as comfortable as possible. "Just support his head and neck...and give him a finger to stuff in his mouth and he'll be your best friend," she said with a smile. Seeing her boyfriend holding one of her children filled Darcy with more emotion than she was willing to handle in front of Clark, though, and so with a kiss to both Ethan and Clark's foreheads, she bent to scoop Sammy out of his car seat and took her leave.

She'd laid the sleeping baby easily down on Clark's bed, rifling through the diaper bag to find a warmer onesie to put him to bed in, keeping an open ear in case Clark panicked, or Ethan started to cry again. It didn't take long, however, for her to change Sammy into something new and lay him carefully into the crib that Clark had been so kind as to build for her; for them. Then, she sneaked out of the room quietly when she was satisfied that Sammy was going to stay asleep and she crossed the apartment, hanging back just a bit to watch Clark with something akin to adoration on her face.

Finally, Darcy made her way around the couch again. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" she asked with a smirk. "You're totally a natural," she teased. "Babies look good on you," she added, unable to keep a straight face, allowing herself a ghost of a giggle lest Clark think she was being suggestive of something she had no intention of putting on his shoulders.