Reading Out Loud
Title: Reading Out Loud
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G
Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared enjoys spending the day with his little girl.
A/N 1: Part of Ella!verse, but it's not essential you read that first. It's basically random schmoop.
A/N 2: Thanks to rain388 for inadvertently inspiring this.
It’s Jared’s week for Ella duty, since Jensen’s in grueling rehearsals for his play, though he shouldn’t call it duty. It feels more like a privilege, and he enjoys it so damn much. He can’t stand being away from Jensen and Ella for very long anyway, and he’s more than happy to stay home, especially now that Ella’s her own little person, actually walking and talking, wanting to play and explore and learn new things. Not that he didn’t like her when she was a baby, but not-quite-two is such a fun age. He could sit for hours and watch her figure out how to stack blocks, her tongue sticking out and a frown of concentration between her eyes. Or work with her on saying new words. She learned daddy easily (even if she called Jared mama for the longest time- Jensen still giggles about that), but other things are proving harder for her. Not everything, though, unfortunately. Ella’s new favorite word is no. She says it constantly, like all day long. It kinda annoys Jensen, but Jared finds it cute, since he’s pretty sure she doesn’t really understand the meaning. For instance, if he asks her “You want a cookie, baby girl?” she’ll shout “NO!” and stuff the cookie in her mouth with a happy grin on her face. So, yeah, he’s pretty sure she doesn’t get the meaning.
He keeps waiting for the terrible two’s to kick in. His mama told him some horror stories about the kinds of things he and Jeff did (Megan was apparently the perfect child. Whatever.), and he’s not looking forward to that. But so far, she’s a perfectly happy little girl and hardly ever gets in trouble. She’s healthy and normal, and he can’t ask for more than that.
“Daddy!” Ella calls, ambling unsteadily over to where he’s sitting on the couch with her arms full of books. She attempts to crawl onto his lap, but only succeeds in smacking him in the crotch with a sharp-edged book and dropping half her burden.
“You want me to read you a book?” Jared asks through clenched teeth, surprised his voice isn’t an octave higher. Son of a bitch hurts.
Ella nods enthusiastically and predictably answers with a happy “No!” Smiling, Jared lifts her onto the couch, settling her in up close to his side, and kisses the top of her head. They sift through the pile till Ella finds the book she wants. She barely misses hitting him in the eye this time, and Jared wonders if he needs to start wearing protective gear around their daughter. He reads to her for most of the morning, the first book three times in a row before he bribes her into a different one with a promised trip to the park.
After lunch (and changing her clothes, since she insists on feeding herself and somehow manages to get Mac and cheese in her ear, as well as all over her shirt), he straps her in her stroller, the high-tech, Cadillac of strollers Jared made Jensen buy last year, and walks to the park. It’s one of his favorite things to do with Ella, because she gets so excited about everything, from the sandbox to the tiny kiddy slide to the ducks and geese in the pond to the dogs and other kids playing. Jared pushes her in the swing for endless minutes, until his arms are sore and Ella’s squealing delightedly on every upswing. There is seriously nothing better than hearing his little girl laugh. Nothing. Sap, he can hear Jensen say in his mind, can picture Jensen’s fond smile and the crinkles by his eyes. He doesn’t care if it’s cheesy or dumb, Jared totally thinks he won the life lotto when he ended up with Jensen and Ella.
When Ella’s eyelids start to droop and she whines for no particular reason, they head back home for her nap. Jared holds her in the rocking chair for awhile. She can put herself to sleep, of course, but Jared’s still gone so often. He hates to squander any time he can spend with her. And he still likes to do the “creepy stalker thing” and watch her sleep. Jensen has no room to judge, though, since Jared’s caught him doing the same thing. He finally lays Ella in the crib and covers her with a blanket. She’ll undoubtedly kick it off within minutes, but it’s part of his naptime ritual, along with the kisses to her forehead and nose. Once he’s sure she won’t wake up, he quietly leaves.
Jensen finds him in the kitchen a couple hours later, standing by the counter and fixing a salad to go with their fried chicken. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s waist from behind and kisses the back of his neck, then buries his head between Jared’s shoulder blades with a loud groan.
“Rehearsals go okay?” Jared asks. He finishes chopping the cucumber and sets down the knife.
“Ugh, no,” Jensen grumbles, moaning pathetically. “One of the understudies thinks he should be the lead, based solely on his credentials of high school plays, I look like a huge dork in my costume, and the lighting guy hates me and keeps blinding me with the spotlight.”
Jared snorts, reaching back to pat Jensen on the hip. “Poor baby.”
“Asshole.” He tightens his arms and rubs his face along Jared’s shoulders. “How was your day?”
“Good. Perfect.” Turning around in the circle of Jensen’s arms, he cups Jensen’s face and bends down to kiss him, soft and sweet. “I love you. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but it must’ve been something really fucking amazing.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and grins, leaning forward to capture his mouth again. “Sap,” he murmurs affectionately against Jared’s lips.
And, really, this is all Jared’s ever wanted, Jensen pressing against him, Jensen’s tongue licking into his mouth, their daughter asleep upstairs, and a long future to spend with his family.
Pairing: Jared/Jensen
Rating: G
Word Count: 1000
Disclaimer: I can only fantasize that this is really going on. Alas, it's not. Unless it is, and if so, I want photographic evidence, dammit!
Summary: Jared enjoys spending the day with his little girl.
A/N 1: Part of Ella!verse, but it's not essential you read that first. It's basically random schmoop.
A/N 2: Thanks to rain388 for inadvertently inspiring this.
It’s Jared’s week for Ella duty, since Jensen’s in grueling rehearsals for his play, though he shouldn’t call it duty. It feels more like a privilege, and he enjoys it so damn much. He can’t stand being away from Jensen and Ella for very long anyway, and he’s more than happy to stay home, especially now that Ella’s her own little person, actually walking and talking, wanting to play and explore and learn new things. Not that he didn’t like her when she was a baby, but not-quite-two is such a fun age. He could sit for hours and watch her figure out how to stack blocks, her tongue sticking out and a frown of concentration between her eyes. Or work with her on saying new words. She learned daddy easily (even if she called Jared mama for the longest time- Jensen still giggles about that), but other things are proving harder for her. Not everything, though, unfortunately. Ella’s new favorite word is no. She says it constantly, like all day long. It kinda annoys Jensen, but Jared finds it cute, since he’s pretty sure she doesn’t really understand the meaning. For instance, if he asks her “You want a cookie, baby girl?” she’ll shout “NO!” and stuff the cookie in her mouth with a happy grin on her face. So, yeah, he’s pretty sure she doesn’t get the meaning.
He keeps waiting for the terrible two’s to kick in. His mama told him some horror stories about the kinds of things he and Jeff did (Megan was apparently the perfect child. Whatever.), and he’s not looking forward to that. But so far, she’s a perfectly happy little girl and hardly ever gets in trouble. She’s healthy and normal, and he can’t ask for more than that.
“Daddy!” Ella calls, ambling unsteadily over to where he’s sitting on the couch with her arms full of books. She attempts to crawl onto his lap, but only succeeds in smacking him in the crotch with a sharp-edged book and dropping half her burden.
“You want me to read you a book?” Jared asks through clenched teeth, surprised his voice isn’t an octave higher. Son of a bitch hurts.
Ella nods enthusiastically and predictably answers with a happy “No!” Smiling, Jared lifts her onto the couch, settling her in up close to his side, and kisses the top of her head. They sift through the pile till Ella finds the book she wants. She barely misses hitting him in the eye this time, and Jared wonders if he needs to start wearing protective gear around their daughter. He reads to her for most of the morning, the first book three times in a row before he bribes her into a different one with a promised trip to the park.
After lunch (and changing her clothes, since she insists on feeding herself and somehow manages to get Mac and cheese in her ear, as well as all over her shirt), he straps her in her stroller, the high-tech, Cadillac of strollers Jared made Jensen buy last year, and walks to the park. It’s one of his favorite things to do with Ella, because she gets so excited about everything, from the sandbox to the tiny kiddy slide to the ducks and geese in the pond to the dogs and other kids playing. Jared pushes her in the swing for endless minutes, until his arms are sore and Ella’s squealing delightedly on every upswing. There is seriously nothing better than hearing his little girl laugh. Nothing. Sap, he can hear Jensen say in his mind, can picture Jensen’s fond smile and the crinkles by his eyes. He doesn’t care if it’s cheesy or dumb, Jared totally thinks he won the life lotto when he ended up with Jensen and Ella.
When Ella’s eyelids start to droop and she whines for no particular reason, they head back home for her nap. Jared holds her in the rocking chair for awhile. She can put herself to sleep, of course, but Jared’s still gone so often. He hates to squander any time he can spend with her. And he still likes to do the “creepy stalker thing” and watch her sleep. Jensen has no room to judge, though, since Jared’s caught him doing the same thing. He finally lays Ella in the crib and covers her with a blanket. She’ll undoubtedly kick it off within minutes, but it’s part of his naptime ritual, along with the kisses to her forehead and nose. Once he’s sure she won’t wake up, he quietly leaves.
Jensen finds him in the kitchen a couple hours later, standing by the counter and fixing a salad to go with their fried chicken. Jensen wraps his arms around Jared’s waist from behind and kisses the back of his neck, then buries his head between Jared’s shoulder blades with a loud groan.
“Rehearsals go okay?” Jared asks. He finishes chopping the cucumber and sets down the knife.
“Ugh, no,” Jensen grumbles, moaning pathetically. “One of the understudies thinks he should be the lead, based solely on his credentials of high school plays, I look like a huge dork in my costume, and the lighting guy hates me and keeps blinding me with the spotlight.”
Jared snorts, reaching back to pat Jensen on the hip. “Poor baby.”
“Asshole.” He tightens his arms and rubs his face along Jared’s shoulders. “How was your day?”
“Good. Perfect.” Turning around in the circle of Jensen’s arms, he cups Jensen’s face and bends down to kiss him, soft and sweet. “I love you. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you, but it must’ve been something really fucking amazing.”
Jensen rolls his eyes and grins, leaning forward to capture his mouth again. “Sap,” he murmurs affectionately against Jared’s lips.
And, really, this is all Jared’s ever wanted, Jensen pressing against him, Jensen’s tongue licking into his mouth, their daughter asleep upstairs, and a long future to spend with his family.