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HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYY
ILU.
Somehow Uriel has been tricked into babysitting and Sam will die for this. Whoever came up with the phrase little bundle of joy had obviously confused joy with some other word that means screaming, or irritating, or maybe both. At least she finally got the kid to sleep.
She stares down at the little bundle of nuisance and wonders what the big deal is. Sure, it's kind of cute, in a meat-suitish way. Uriel doesn't understand it.
"Wha-" Sam starts, walking in the front door. Uriel makes a violent shushing gesture, trying to convey her utter loathing for his very existence and many horrendously unpleasant things that will happen to him if he wakes up the damn baby and it starts screaming again. Sam's face crinkles like he's trying his damnedest not to laugh.
"I will kill your family," Uriel hisses.
"Why is there a baby?" Sam whispers pointedly.
"Because of your dimples, you stupidly attractive bastard," Uriel says. Baby Christopher hears her and shifts uneasily in his sleep, so she stands, rocking him awkwardly.
"I think we skipped a few steps."
"Shut up," Uriel commands. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't insisted we room with the bumbling teenage mother and then somehow convinced her that I'm a good person to trust a child with." Her voice is inching towards a shout and she has to take a few deep breaths.
"Sorry?" Sam says, openly grinning now. Uriel is going to smite his ass.
"I would beat you up were I not currently with child."
Sam's face cracks, and he sits down on their bed, convulsing with giggles. He's biting on his lip to try and keep quiet, which Uriel should not find as irritatingly attractive as she does.
"You human," Uriel scoffs.
"I think it's cute," Sam says, "that you've made a new friend so quickly." Uriel gives him the most unimpressed glare she has in her arsenal. "Not Christopher, Emily. I can't believe she trusts you with her kid."
"It's your fault," Uriel says unhappily.
"I hope so," Sam says, grinning. He pats the bed beside him and wraps his giant arm around Uriel's waist when she sits.
"I hate you," Uriel says.
Sam kisses her neck, and no, she doesn't, but it was worth a shot. And the whole holding a warm, good smelling, sort of cute baby thing does have a definite plus when it comes to cuddling.
"I am so sorry it took me so long, Elle, but --" Emily says, coming loudly back into her apartment. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees Sam and Uriel. "Ohmygosh you two look like one of those interracial Hallmark cards."
"What?" Sam says, his giggles starting back up as Uriel violently shushes them both.
"He wasn't a bother, was he?" Emily asks, bending to scoop Christopher out of Uriel's arms. Uriel's very, very tempted to mention the screaming, Sam elbows her gently in the side and she shrugs, hitting Sam squarely in the chest when Emily leaves the room.
"What was that for?" Sam asks, rubbing the area of his future bruise.
"Existing," she says, hitting him again.
"You two should totally have babies," Emily announces, coming back into the room. "They'd be really cute."
This time it's Uriel blurting out a surprised "what?"
Emily nods sagely. "Seriously, guys."
Uriel glares at Sam for backup, and he grins his stupid dimpled grin at her. "You are good with kids."
"I am not," Uriel says, her smiting voice severely diminished by the fact that she's whispering.
Emily giggles and Uriel hits Sam again.
"Why?"
"You're closer."
"You two are so cute," Emily says, as if Uriel and Sam were the seventeen year olds, here. Sam moves his arm to Uriel's shoulders, unwisely leaving his chest wide open. Uriel restrains her hitting urges and allows herself to be snuggled.
Stupid Sam and his stupid dimples and stupidly warm body.
"Babies are not happening," Uriel hisses.
"Yes, dear," Sam says solemnly. There's still a hint of a smile on his lips, and Uriel makes it her personal duty to kiss it into submission.
~
Somehow Uriel has been tricked into babysitting and Sam will die for this. Whoever came up with the phrase little bundle of joy had obviously confused joy with some other word that means screaming, or irritating, or maybe both. At least she finally got the kid to sleep.
She stares down at the little bundle of nuisance and wonders what the big deal is. Sure, it's kind of cute, in a meat-suitish way. Uriel doesn't understand it.
"Wha-" Sam starts, walking in the front door. Uriel makes a violent shushing gesture, trying to convey her utter loathing for his very existence and many horrendously unpleasant things that will happen to him if he wakes up the damn baby and it starts screaming again. Sam's face crinkles like he's trying his damnedest not to laugh.
"I will kill your family," Uriel hisses.
"Why is there a baby?" Sam whispers pointedly.
"Because of your dimples, you stupidly attractive bastard," Uriel says. Baby Christopher hears her and shifts uneasily in his sleep, so she stands, rocking him awkwardly.
"I think we skipped a few steps."
"Shut up," Uriel commands. "This wouldn't have happened if you hadn't insisted we room with the bumbling teenage mother and then somehow convinced her that I'm a good person to trust a child with." Her voice is inching towards a shout and she has to take a few deep breaths.
"Sorry?" Sam says, openly grinning now. Uriel is going to smite his ass.
"I would beat you up were I not currently with child."
Sam's face cracks, and he sits down on their bed, convulsing with giggles. He's biting on his lip to try and keep quiet, which Uriel should not find as irritatingly attractive as she does.
"You human," Uriel scoffs.
"I think it's cute," Sam says, "that you've made a new friend so quickly." Uriel gives him the most unimpressed glare she has in her arsenal. "Not Christopher, Emily. I can't believe she trusts you with her kid."
"It's your fault," Uriel says unhappily.
"I hope so," Sam says, grinning. He pats the bed beside him and wraps his giant arm around Uriel's waist when she sits.
"I hate you," Uriel says.
Sam kisses her neck, and no, she doesn't, but it was worth a shot. And the whole holding a warm, good smelling, sort of cute baby thing does have a definite plus when it comes to cuddling.
"I am so sorry it took me so long, Elle, but --" Emily says, coming loudly back into her apartment. She stops dead in her tracks when she sees Sam and Uriel. "Ohmygosh you two look like one of those interracial Hallmark cards."
"What?" Sam says, his giggles starting back up as Uriel violently shushes them both.
"He wasn't a bother, was he?" Emily asks, bending to scoop Christopher out of Uriel's arms. Uriel's very, very tempted to mention the screaming, Sam elbows her gently in the side and she shrugs, hitting Sam squarely in the chest when Emily leaves the room.
"What was that for?" Sam asks, rubbing the area of his future bruise.
"Existing," she says, hitting him again.
"You two should totally have babies," Emily announces, coming back into the room. "They'd be really cute."
This time it's Uriel blurting out a surprised "what?"
Emily nods sagely. "Seriously, guys."
Uriel glares at Sam for backup, and he grins his stupid dimpled grin at her. "You are good with kids."
"I am not," Uriel says, her smiting voice severely diminished by the fact that she's whispering.
Emily giggles and Uriel hits Sam again.
"Why?"
"You're closer."
"You two are so cute," Emily says, as if Uriel and Sam were the seventeen year olds, here. Sam moves his arm to Uriel's shoulders, unwisely leaving his chest wide open. Uriel restrains her hitting urges and allows herself to be snuggled.
Stupid Sam and his stupid dimples and stupidly warm body.
"Babies are not happening," Uriel hisses.
"Yes, dear," Sam says solemnly. There's still a hint of a smile on his lips, and Uriel makes it her personal duty to kiss it into submission.
~