Sawyer (and family) in Space

[gaynecologist]

"It bumpy," Sawyer warns again, giving David a look. He expects his daddy to listen and to 'strap in' for the ride. With the plush toy Sawyer's given him for safety.

"Why's it gonna be bumpy, Sawy?" David asks, amused and very happy to play along. He's sitting on a chair in the kitchen, an empty one beside him and two more empty ones in front, haphazardly set up like a car. Or spaceship. "I thought you were a good space rocket pilot." 

"I good!" Sawyer insists, determinedly looking around for daddy Bryan to put him exactly where he wants him to go. Charlotte is amusing herself on a playmat in David's periphery. "But it bumpy. Don't worry, daddy. Hold hands and don't worry. Daddy, " he looks sternly at Bryan, "you, um..."  He looks back at the chairs, then to Bryan again. "Come here. And look after daddy because it bumpy. "

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[gaynecologist]

David's breath catches, his hands cupping his mouth as a mix of surprise and joy takes over his face.

"Oh my god. Baby, you're walking. She's walking, Bry! You did so good." He wants to scoop her up into his arms but he also doesn't want to spoil the perfect vision of Charlotte holding onto the chair leg and smiling. After weeks and weeks of teasing them, she just goes and does it like it's no big deal.

[bryanzilla]

"Omigod, ohmigod, omigod!" Bryan grips David's arm and gives him a shake as he watches her go. "She did it! She actually did it." Smiling back at her, he claps in celebration, causing her to mimic the action. "Yay! That's my girl."

Except...

"Did we just miss her first steps while sitting in the same room as her?" He never plans to admit that to anyone and as long as David agrees, it's something they can take to their graves.

[gaynecologist]

"I don't know what you're talking about," David immediately replies with newfound composure. That's not how he's going to tell the story. "Now we gotta keep an even closer eye on you," he cooes, taking hold of Bryan's hand again and not because he's been told to.

"Daddy, I falling asleep," Sawyer announces like a warning, despite displaying absolutely no outward signs of sleepiness.

"Sawy, Bug walk. It's a big deal," he tries to explain, receiving a heavy sigh in response.

"Bug walk before," eyerolls his son.

"Bug walk how much before just now? Bug walk yesterday?"

Sawyer nods emphatically.

"Oh my god, we're terrible parents."

[bryanzilla]

"I don't know what you're talking about," Bryan echoes.

They're great parents. It's not their fault that their baby is apparently super stealthy and secretive. Besides, Sawyer seems so disinterested that there's no way he'll let the cat out of the bag and tell anyone they missed Charlotte's actual first steps. They can still totally get away with it.

[gaynecologist]

David's not naive. At the hospital, it's an unwritten rule that it's acceptable to lie to new parents that, yes, that really was the first ever time the baby has smiled. Nine times out of ten, it's not, it's just the first time the parents have been witness to it.

Still, he's not going to let it take away from the celebrations. David lifts their hands, pressing a long, hard kiss to the back of Bryan's with a mwah sound at the end.

"Are we going to space or what?"

[bryanzilla]

"Yeah!" Sawyer replies, pumping a fist into the air and taking his seat in what Bryan guesses would be the Captain's chair. "Hold on, Bug!"

Bryan leans into David, shoulder pressed against his and he watches Charlotte bounce on the spot. He's smiling and content, even if he still thinks their should be snacks on this flight.

"Oh. Make sure it's one of those planets where I'll weigh less than I do here, not more."

[gaynecologist]

David starts jigging his shoulders up and down, giving Bryan a look to play along.

"Woah, it's so bumpy. Thank goodness we're holding hands. A+ piloting skills, Captain."

Smelly wanders in, depositing himself halfway under Bryan's chair and flopping onto his side. It kind of ruins the illusion but Charlotte looks pleased and immediately goes to stroke his ears.

[bryanzilla]

Bryan's is more a below the waist shimmy than David's shoulder jiggle method. He feels ridiculous, but at least feels ridiculous with David sitting beside him.

"Uh-oh. Has the ship just been breached by aliens?" Bryan asks, looking down at Smelly. "False alarm, it's not hostile," he says as Charlotte's outstretched hand is immediately covered in puppy kisses.

[gaynecologist]

Charlotte presents her now wet hands to Bryan like she's brought him a gift and is trying to convince him it's the best thing since sliced bread.

"Wow! Look, a shooting star!" David exclaims, pointing towards a cupboard door. "Everybody make a wish!"

"Popcorn and glitter!" Sawyer cries, letting out a roar of excitement at the prospect. "Nee nor nee nor nee nor!"

"That's...not a spaceship noise. If it's making that noise, should we worry?" David asks, swinging his gaze to Bryan.

[bryanzilla]

"Snacks! Hold the glitter." Bryan exclaims as his own wish, tickling Charlotte's cheek.

"Maybe it's a space ambulance?" Which is good for when he passes out from malnutrition. There's even a doctor on board already and everything. He's still not sure it would make that sound in space, but if Sawyer's imagination says it does then who are they to argue?

[gaynecologist]

"A safe landing," David says as his wish, not taking any chances. He gives Charlotte's hair a stroke, smiling as her curls bounce back into place. She lifts her arms to be lifted up, struggling to see over Bryan's knee.

"Sawy, instead of alien fries, do you want alien mango?"