_wishes drabble dump, part 2 (Olivia edition)
When Olivia is one year, two months, and seventeen days old, she has her first sleepover.
It’s with her grandma, because Adam and Kris have an award show to go to and they promised their managers that they would stay at the after party until at least two (Because seriously, guys, you’re coming off as the oldest married couple in all of Hollywood).
Leila tells them point-blank that it’s not safe to send a babysitter home that late and that there’s no way in hell she’s waiting up for them, so she’ll take Olivia to sleep at her house and everyone will have a fabulous time and that is that.
Adam and Kris are half-thrilled with the idea (because a house with no baby means a morning of getting up later than six thirty and a house with no baby means, well… they don’t have to be quiet to keep from waking up the sleeping baby) and half-terrified (because she’d wake up away from them and they’d wake up away from her and that’s just not an easy idea to adjust to). But Leila is persistent and their managers are threatening to make them stay until 2:30
to pretend like they’re still part of that social elite and not the Gymboree, nap-at-noon crowd, so they give in.
They both get dressed and time the pick-up so that Leila arrives at the same time as their limo. They pile the baby and all of her belongings (“Geez, boys, she’ll be gone for a night.”) into Leila’s trunk and wave goodbye wistfully, blowing kisses as Olivia chews on her right fist in an attempt to blow them back.
The night is kind of a blur- it’s the Billboard Awards this time, and neither of them are nominated, but both are presenting and they’re more than happy to spend the rest of the time catching up with old friends and meeting potential collaborators during the commercial breaks.
The afterparty, on the other hand? Adam finds it entertaining for a half hour or so and then proclaims himself “too old for this shit.” Kris was born too old for this shit.
When they watch Dan Simpson, the newest acoustic one-hit wonder, take shots off of some girl that they’re pretty sure played a high schooler in an episode of Criminal Minds that they’d watched last week, they check their watches and decide it’s time to slip out and call to check on the baby. They still have an hour and a half before they can leave.
They finally get home around 2:35
, and they strip to their boxers before collapsing into bed, too tired to even enjoy alone time in a baby-less house.
Instead they stare at the ceiling, fingers half-entwined.
Kris says, “I miss my baby.”
Adam says, “I want to go pick her up.”
It takes half a second before they wordlessly decide to go get her, and Adam reaches for his phone to call his mother. As Kris climbs out of bed to pull on sweatpants, Adam checks his voicemail.
“Adam,” comes Leila’s voice, clear as day and speaking in that tone that he remembered hearing when he was seventeen and she’d walked in on him hooking up with the neighbor’s son during the neighborhood block party. “I’ve gotten fourteen text messages from you, twelve from Kris, three phone calls from each of you and one very loud and very long call involving both of you and myself trying very hard to keep Olivia from eating my Blackberry while you sang to her. I’m going to bed now. If you show up at this house before ten AM
tomorrow, I can promise you that Olivia will be moving in with me and I can tell her all about how much her daddies used to love her before they were mysteriously bludgeoned to death with a cell phone. Good night, I love you both, Olivia is fine, see you tomorrow.”
Adam presses end and leans forward to pull Kris back into his chest.
Kris is snoring softly within moments and Adam thinks vaguely that maybe they’ll put their solitude to good use in the morning. If they don’t miss their baby too much.
Title: The Date
Fandom: American Idol (Season 8)
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG
Genre: Futurefic/Fluff
Summary/Prompt: Olivia goes on her first date. For yeywhoops for ontdai_wishes . <33333
Disclaimer: This never happened, this never will happen, they're not mine, etc, etc
“Baby, you’re overreacting,” Adam calls over his shoulder as he rummages through his makeup case in the bathroom.
Kris continues to scowl, one arm planted firmly across his chest as the other mans the remote control for the TV. It takes everything he has in him not to push the buttons with his fist.
“I’m not overreacting. I still think she’s too young.”
Adam shakes his head at that and Kris spares him a dirty look.
“She’s fourteen,” Adam counters, “You weren’t that much older when you went on your first date with Katy. And Katy was probably right around the same age that Liv is now, if I remember correctly.”
Kris actually groans at that, closing his eyes for just a brief second as images of his daughter in a long white dress flash past him. “That’s exactly my point. You saw how that worked out.”
Adam seems to be finished picking out the lip gloss and mascara that he’s been fishing for, and he flips the light shut before crawling across his husband’s tense form. He straddles Kris’s hips and reaches out to massage the stiffness from his shoulders, the makeup forgotten near his ankle.
“You need to relax. She’ll be fine. She’s going out to some crappy chain Italian restaurant, going to see a shitty movie, and she’ll be home by eleven. She’s not getting married to this kid.” His rhythm of speech synchs up with the rhythm of his fingers and Kris feels himself melting and relaxing into the touch. Adam lets out a cough and continues, “Believe it or not, Kristopher, most people don’t marry the first person they kiss… Or even the first person they sleep with.”
Kris pushes Adam off hastily and scowls as Adam doubles over with laughter.
“Not funny! Not even a little funny, you asshole!”
“I’m sorry, baby. She won’t and she wouldn’t- she has a good head on her shoulders and you know it. I just… I couldn’t resist. You’re so cute when you’re crabby.”
“I hate you,” Kris responds, eyes fixated pointedly on the TV, but then Adam kisses him and he stops thinking at all- just lets his anxiety melt as Adam shifts himself to hover above his body again.
“Ugh, Daddy! Dad! Can you two stop yourselves for two seconds?”
Adam rolls over so that he’s hip-to-hip with Kris and slings an arm over his shoulders.
“Aren’t you glad that your parents love each other?” Adam muses, and Olivia says something in response, but Kris is too busy taking in her appearance to hear what she says.
Her eyes are shimmering and she has on about a zillion bracelets that jangle when she reaches up to push back her hair. She’s in too-tight jeans and a flowy top with a v-neck and he’s sure he’s seen her wear all of this before, but was it always so… grown-up?
“Lip gloss, please,” she says with a nervous bite of her lip, and Adam tosses it to her with a laugh, an amused glint playing in his eye.
She turns to apply it in the mirror above Kris and Adam’s dresser, and Kris says, carefully low and soft, “So let’s talk ground rules.”
“Daddy,” she whines, but Kris holds up a hand to stop her.
“No rules, no date,” he says, and she sinks to the foot of the bed, “We’re going to meet this boy before you go. You’re going to text us to tell us wherever you are at any given time. No sex.” Olivia sputters an indignant, “I wouldn’t!” but Kris forges on, “I just… I think it needs to be said. And you’re to be home by 10:30
.”
“Daddy!”
He’s pretty sure he sees Adam mouth Eleven behind his back, but he ignores it and stares at Olivia without shame.
“Now are you sure,” Kris starts, watching Olivia bite at her lip, “that you don’t want me and Dad to drive you instead of this boy’s parents?”
He says this boy with a dismissive wave of his hand. Olivia doesn’t miss it.
“His name is Jason, Daddy, and I would rather not have my first date all over TMZ tomorrow. I love you, but I really don’t need paparazzi following me around tonight. I’ll be fine, you don’t need to worry.”
She crawls towards them across the bed and they pull her in, hugging her tight and smothering her with kisses, and she doesn’t even complain about frizz until they hear the doorbell ring. Then she jumps up, grabs her father’s stray brush from the dresser, and pulls it hastily down her hair.
“Can you get it, Dad?”
Adam laughs, looks at Kris’s set expression, and shrugs.
“I can, but then someone needs to make sure that your daddy doesn’t go find his rifle.”
Olivia groans as the doorbell rings again in the background.
Again, srsly, kissoffools have my babbies.