Date: Thu, 02 Oct 1997 11:30:05 -0400 From: Bari To: fkarchiver@fkfanfic.com CC: Bari Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I am making no moninal profit from this endeavor. Just for fun. DO YOU GET IT? JUST FOR FUN! Just a funny story from my sister's infanthood. I was three at the time, so I don't remember much, but this story poured out while my mother, sister, and myself were babysitting for a friend's newborn baby. Enjoy! Dad and Daughter By Bari Nick lifted his daughter up from the bassinet. Natalie and Grace had decided to take a night out on the town, so he was home to baby-sit. 'Dad and daughter', Natalie had phrased it earlier in the easing while she was getting dressed. "Then what would it be if we'd had a son?" he asked, pressing up against her back and kidding her cheek. "Dad and Lad." she surmised. "Well, when do we get started on him?" he joked, rubbing the sides of her hips suggestively. Natalie turned around and gave him an arousing kiss while one had moved down to inspect the bulge in his pants. "Wait till I get home, then we'll work on him." She gave Nick the most alluring smile before leaving the room. Nick exhaled deeply. His wife was quite the temptress. A few deep breaths later, he emerged from their bedroom and headed straight for his daughter. "Well, ma petite, what are we going to do tonight?" Caroline cooed happily in his arms. "Well, how about a bottle?" he asked. They settled on the couch, watching the evening news together. Caroline polished off her bottle in record time. Now, it was time for a burp. After a few good ones on Caroline's part, Nick raised her over his head and playfully blew on her stomach. "Are we having fun yet?" he asked. Caroline rewarded her father's efforts by puking in his face. The warm stomach milk sloshed down his face and neck. As carefully as he could, Nick settled his daughter back down to one shoulder and distastefully wiped the lukewarm liquid from his face. "Remind me not to do that again!" He chided his daughter. "Breast milk is sticky stuff." Nick told Caroline. It had taken several repetitions of washing to clean the couch from it's abnormal shampooing. "Maybe we should stick to formula." Caroline just looked at her father with curious eyes. "Who are you talking to?" came a voice from the upper level of the loft. Nick stopped momentarily from his cleaning efforts to watch the young Vachon swagger down the stairs. "People are thrown into mental institutions for talking to themselves, you know." he commented casually. Nick dumped the milk-water down the sink and prepared another bottle for the baby. "A better question would be, 'what the hell are you doing here?'." Vachon peered down at Caroline in her bassinet. "Hey, I just came to see your baby. She's all Tracy talks about. I keep trying to tell her that the baby hasn't smiled at her yet; it's just gas." Nick chuckled. "Well, Tracy's a frequent visitor. She's always ready to baby-sit." Vachon picked up Caroline cautiously and smoothed the hair on her head. Caroline never fussed with the people she liked. She seemed amused with the facial gestures of the young vampire. "You're good with her.", Nick observed. "Hey, I had nephews and nieces once upon a time. I just think of my life as 500 years of experience handling mortals, even small ones." Vachon stated. "Are you two home alone tonight?" Nick handed Vachon the prepared bottle. "You could say that." Vachon fed Caroline the bottle eagerly. "I know there's going to be a day when Tracy wants one of these." he told Nick. "She'll make a great mother when she gets older." Nick looked at Vachon and was utterly puzzled. "You two are getting serious, aren't you?" he asked. Javier shrugged his shoulders and blinked in the usual fashion. "Ya, you could say that. But don't worry, I'm handling it. I've gone over this enough times to myself and I don't need to add your worry pile to my existing one. Alright?" Nick accepted his answer, and watched as his daughter drank the bottle from her new friend. "It's time for a burp. What do you think?" asked Vachon, half to himself and the other share to Nick. Without further prodding mentally, Vachon waited for an appropriate belch before holding Caroline up in the air for a better view. "Uh, Vachon. I wouldn't really recommend that...." His thoughts were interrupted by the telltale splash of ivory milk spilling onto the face of the Spanish vampire. "Knight? Get this stuff off me, now!" demanded Vachon between a order and a plead. It took all Nick had to keep from laughing as he fetched more dishtowels to clean up the face and shoulders of his younger companion. "If you tell Tracy about this, I'll never forgive you for as long as I live." Nick took Caroline and laid her in a baby bed before crossing his heart in mock display. "Scouts honor. Tracy won't hear a word." Caroline took the third bottle with no problems, and promptly drifted off to sleep. Vachon kissed the urchin child farewell before heading out into the night. His jacket was tossed around his shoulder, and only faintly reeked of baby formula. "See ya round, Knight." he stated on his way out the door. "You wouldn't mind if I 'dropped' in again sometime?" "No. Not at all. Just make sure that Nat and I aren't in the middle of something. Alright?" The Spanish vampire nodded his head and preformed his trademark blink before drifting out the window. Nick was getting ready for bed when Natalie came home. She kissed the baby goodnight before heading for the bathroom to surprise the father. She saw Nick slipping into his crimson robe and turning off the overhead lights for good before she reached out for him in the semi darkness. "I was wondering when you'd get home." Her husband stated before kissing her soundly and taking her into his arms. Natalie returned his kiss with a bit more fervor. "Grace thought I needed to get home after the fun we had. Speaking of which, how did you and the munchkin get along?" Nick contemplated for a moment and replied, "It was surprising to say the least." Natalie reached for the robe's belt and loosened the knot. "I'm glad that you two got to spend some real quality time together. Now, how about us? Wanna start that little project we were discussing earlier?" , she invited. Nick held his wife close and pecked each cheek. "Why not? Another man around the house couldn't hurt." The End Comments, virtual flowers, Vachon, and/or a train ticket to Toronto can be sent to: barigirl@geocities.com