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Kurt’s eyes lightly fluttered open as he heard the sounds crackling through the baby monitor resting on his bedside table. Listening closer, he could make out the familiar sound of his baby muttering something, more than likely holding a conversation with one of the many plush stuffed animals stacked in his crib.
“An’, an’ then Daddy will carry me downstairs, an’ then he will put me in my playpen while he makes bre’fest.”
Kurt smiled softly as he threw the blanket off of him and made his way across the hall to the nursery.
Peeking through the cracked door, Kurt found Blaine sitting up in his crib, making his stuffed monkey, Elliot, do backflips as he carried on his end of the conversation.
Pushing the door open further, Kurt made his presence known.
Blaine’s head snapped up, a broad smile on his face. “Daddy!” he exclaimed, quickly standing up and reaching his arms out to be picked up.
“Good morning, sweetheart. How are you this fine morning?”
“Icky.” Blaine blushed.
Regardless of the fact that it was in his biology to be a baby, to find comfort in being taken care of by others, Blaine still got embarrassed about having his messy diapers changed.
Kurt smiled softly at his sweet boy as he picked him up, settling him on his hip as he walked over to the changing table.
“Well, how about I take care of that so we can get some breakfast into that tummy of yours, hmm? How does that sound, sweetheart?” Kurt made sure to keep his voice light, not wanting Blaine to think he had done anything wrong by using his diapers for their intended purpose.
Blaine nodded his head, which he had firmly tucked into Daddy’s neck.
Once Blaine was laid on top of the changing table, Kurt went about getting him all cleaned up.
“What shall we have for breakfast today, monkey?” he asked gently.
Blaine seemed to think about that, tapping a finger on his chin, eyebrows furrowed. Today was Saturday, which meant that he had more liberty to choose something extra special. Weekdays were meant for things like oatmeal or cereal, sometimes even fruit salad. Weekends, however, were meant for things that required syrup.
“I fink my tummy wants pancakes.” Blaine said seriously.
Kurt chuckled at that. He had just finished taping Blaine up into a fresh diaper and was debating wardrobe options for the day.
“You think you tummy wants pancakes, hmm?” He tickled the baby’s sides, successfully eliciting a string of giggles.
“Yes!” Blaine squealed.
“Alright then, pancakes it is. How about we hold off on getting you changed then? No need to get you dressed for the day if there’s a chance of getting syrup everywhere.”
With that, Kurt got Blaine dressed in his sleeper once again, picked him up, settled him on his hip, stopped at the crib for Elliot, and made his way downstairs toward the playpen, where he deposited Blaine.
“Would you like me to put some cartoons on, monkey?”
“‘es p’ease!” Blaine garbled around the pacifier he had found in the bottom of his playpen.
Settling on Little Bear, Kurt made his way toward the kitchen to start making breakfast.
As he was mixing the batter for pancakes, Kurt couldn’t help but think about how mornings like this would be much more enjoyable with another Daddy and baby around. He longed to have someone he could share parenting duties with, someone to share his bed with. The addition of another baby would mean a playmate for Blaine, someone he could commiserate with when he felt that life was wholly unfair because he had been punished.
With a sigh, Kurt began pouring batter into a frying pan, and attempted to focus on not burning breakfast.
Sebastian Smythe was currently enjoying his Saturday morning by lounging on the couch, cup of coffee in hand, relishing the last bit of silence he would get until he put his baby boy down for an afternoon nap.
It was with that thought in mind, coffee mug pressed to his lips, that Sebastian heard a slight whimpering coming from the baby monitor resting on the coffee table. Placing his mug down, Sebastian made his way down the hall to the nursery.
Pushing the door open, Sebastian found his baby boy shifting in his crib restlessly, seemingly caught between wanting to sleep more and wanting to wake up.
Padding over to the crib quietly, Sebastian looked in, resting a soothing hand on Dave’s forehead, pushing his hair back. He repeated the motion until the baby stilled. Shortly after, the boy’s eyes fluttered open, and upon landing on Sebastian’s face, broke into a grin.
“Good morning, sleepy head. How’s my baby boy this morning?” Sebastian asked.
Dave remained quiet, as he typically did in the morning, taking a few more minutes to wake up properly. Once he was more coherent, he sat up, reaching his arms out to be picked up. Settled on Sebastian’s hip, Dave nestled his head into the crook of his neck, content to snuggle as he was brought over to the changing table.
Midway through changing the baby’s diaper, Sebastian noticed that Dave was becoming more fully awake. While he could appreciate the fact that Dave was always so calm and compliant in the morning, Sebastian couldn’t help but wish that his energy could be a bit more evenly distributed, because as soon as Dave had breakfast, he was like the energizer bunny; he just kept going, and going, and going!
“What should we have for breakfast this morning, pumpkin?” Sebastian asked.
Dave’s face looked adorably contemplative. By the time he had a new diaper fastened and his sleeper readjusted, he had an idea.
“How about crepes?” he asked timidly. Dave knew that Papa liked crepes because they reminded him of his Mama, who he didn’t get to see too much because she spent so much time in Paris.
Sebastian smiled fondly. “Of course we can have crepes, pumpkin. Are we going to eat them with butter and syrup or strawberries and whipped cream?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“St’awberries and whipped cream!” Dave exclaimed, bouncing slightly in his excitement.
“Ok, pumpkin, crepes with strawberries and whipped cream it is.” Sebastian stated, gathering the baby up from the changing table and placing him on his hip.
Once they made it to the living room, which was directly connected to the kitchen by a breakfast bar, Sebastian asked, “Can you be a big boy and sit on the couch and watch cartoons while Papa gets breakfast ready? Or would you rather sit in your high chair and color?”
“Cartoons p’ease.” Said Dave.
With that decided, Sebastian settled Dave on the couch. He grabbed the baby’s pacifier from the end table and brought it to his lips, slipping it in with a smile before turning around to locate the remote and found a suitable cartoon for his baby to watch.
Sebastian took a moment to look over at Dave before heading into the kitchen to start making breakfast.
As Sebastian worked on getting the ingredients he needed to make the requested crepes, he couldn’t help but think about how much better mornings like this would be if only he had a fellow Daddy to share them with. Sebastian absolutely loved Dave; he was the reason he woke up with a smile on his face in the morning. However, during moments like this, with Dave occupied in the living room and he busy in the kitchen, Sebastian couldn’t help but wonder if the smile on his face in the morning would be a bit bigger if there were another baby for Dave to play with and another parent for Sebastian to share duties with.
With a sigh, Sebastian began pouring batter into a frying pan, and attempted to focus on not burning breakfast.