by Hex
This is in response to Anne's carrot dangling. That and I think the fic stick is scary..... pink.... EEP! So here is my entry for the SDQB Fatherhood contest.
Quatre awoke with a start, a jolt ran through his whole body as the part of his brain the never slept realized something in the room had changed. Without thinking, Quatre reached underneath his pillow, the place he had always kept his gun as he slept. In the darkness he focused on a strange shape that stood beside his bed. Quatre stilled his hand, flattening it underneath the pillow as he focused on the shape.
"Sam? What are you doing out of bed?" Quatre asked, his whole body shutting back down after the adrenaline rush.
"There's monsters in my room." Was Sam's whispered reply. The five-year old seemed to think for a moment before tagging on. "Big ones."
"Well, that's no good." Quatre said then rolled over onto his back and propped himself up into a sitting position. He hooked his hands under the little boy's armpits and lifted him into the bed letting him weasel into the little gap between Quatre and Trowa in the bed.
"The monster's were real scary Papa." Sam whispered
"I bet they were." Quatre said and snuggled back down into the bed's blankets.
It was then that Trowa chose to move rolling over to face the bed's new occupant. He draped an arm over Sam and let his hand rest against Quatre's neck. Sam wiggled upwards so that his father's arm rested on top his chest rather than over his face. The young boy's eyes had already started to droop as he wrestled blankets into a comfortable placement.
"Night Papa." Sam mumbled.
Quatre watched his son settle in for the night still marveling at how perfect of an amalgamation of himself and Trowa the boy really was. The boy had Trowa's hair colour but it was prone to curl more like his own. He had Trowa's eyes but Quatre's nose and mouth. He had slender, longer build like Trowa but had somehow picked up Quatre's mannerisms and way of walking. Quatre gently brushed some hair from his son's face. Quatre was hard pressed to remember a day he was happier than the day they finally were sure Sam was going to survive in the false uterus. He had watched Sam grow, waiting for him to be "born".
The first time he had held Samuel Winner in his arms Quatre knew he could never let go. Samuel had been Trowa's choice for the name and Quatre couldn't disagree, not when Trowa asked him with his eyes shining and the baby blinking up at him with owlish, blue eyes. Five years later Samuel was going through his "monsters in the closet" phase. Even with their nightly ritual of examining the closet to be sure it was monster free and a night light that Quatre assured him would keep any other monsters at bay had not decreased the number of nights Sam was spending sleeping in their bed.
Just as that thought crossed Quatre's mind Sam flung an arm over his throat and the little boy pressed his face into the pillow beside Quatre's forehead. The little body wiggled as close as he could and tangled his hand into the hair at the back of the blonde's head. Quatre shifted a little and gently loosened Sam's arm from its death grip around his neck. As if sensing Quatre may actually be somewhere close to comfortable, Trowa slid his hand down from Quatre's neck towards the small of his back. The brunette snuggled in as closely behind Sam as he could and sighed in his sleep.
Quatre shook his head and smiled. He draped an arm across Sam and gently rested his hand against Trowa's side. He gave Sam a light peck on the chin and closed his eyes.
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