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Title: Not So Silent Night
Author: HMC

Rating: PG for language and Domestic Bliss

Notes: Ah luv Baybees. BAYBEES.

Thanks to lillywhite1, my beta and sex slave.

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Dom and Billy woke at precisely the same instant when Cody started screaming in the other room. There was the first initial nanosecond of paralyzing fear that comes with waking up to a screaming child, before they both relaxed and sank further into the bed and covers.

The shrieking continued for at least thirty seconds before Billy spoke. “He’s awake.” Half-muffled by a wad of pillowcase, the words came out slurred.

“Uh-huh....” Dom was well on the way to figuring out how to shut down parts of his brain in favor of sleep. The first thing to go was the ability to keep saliva in his mouth.

Another few moments passed, in which neither man moved or opened his eyes. The screaming and wailing continued in the other room, intensifying as precious seconds passed.

“Dominic.” Billy groaned, insistently. When he got no response, Billy hazarded a glance through one eye. Dom was sleeping with his mouth open. In a few minutes he’d be snoring. Lifting a heavy arm, Billy let it land on Dom’s head with a smack.

“OOOW, what the hell!?” Dom jerked awake, whining almost as loud as the screaming infant in the other room. “Bill, you cunt...”

“Your kid’s awake.” Billy sluggishly deflected Dom’s attempts to smack him back. “And I got up yesterday.” He rolled over, mashing more of the pillow under his head.

“Ah, my kid.” Dom grumbled, sitting up. “I see how it is.”

“Before sunrise, he’s your son.” Billy quoted, having overdosed on children’s movies that Dom had spent a fortune on when they adopted their son.

Throwing on a jumper from the floor, Dom shivered at the cold morning air and danced over chilly floorboards to Cody’s room, where their baby was apparently trying to make his head explode. In his frustration (because it hadn’t worked yet), he screamed louder. Tiny fists were balled up near his head, and furious tears streamed down his face.

Dom fished him out of the crib, the tiny body generating angry heat. “Shh, shush, c’mon. It’s too early for this shite.” Dom held him out at arms length. “Okay, diagnostics. You’re not wet. You don’t stink. You’re not tired. You’re hungry. Only option.” Tucking Cody securely under his arm, he carried the still shrieking infant into the kitchen, where he retrieved a prepared bottle of formula from the fridge and tossed it into the microwave.

Like a dutiful dad, he tested it on the sensitive skin of his wrist before giving it to Cody, who refused it, scrunching his face up and turning away. Letting loose another shriek, Cody bopped at the bottle with small fists, adamantly declining.

Dom groaned and dropped the bottle on the counter. “You’re not hungry either? What is it then, you wee bugger?”

“Don’t call your son a bugger!” Billy protested from the bedroom, over the din of the screaming child.

“Sorry, Cody, and I promise I will pay all of your therapy bills. ‘Ooh, my parents were two bummers who verbally abused me even before I found my feet! Am I curable?’” He chuckled a little bit.

The baby cried some more. Apparently, Cody did not find it funny.

Dom sighed. “Maybe Poppa will know what to do, eh?”

Needless to say, Billy was not pleased to be disturbed by screaming baby at 6 in the morning. “Dom, if he sees both of us, he’ll never go back to sleep.”

“If I can’t figure it out, you have to help me.” Dom climbed back under the covers, baby and all. Scooting up close to Billy, Dom settled the baby between them, Cody’s fists brushing over Billy’s bare back. Dom then lay down and let his nose touch the soft feather-light strands of blonde hair gracing the baby’s mostly bald head.

And Cody stopped crying, opting instead to chew on his fist and get heavy-lidded.

Billy turned over, startled by the sudden silence, and looked at Dom, his eyes unbelieving. “Well, bugger me.”

Dom smiled. “Don’t say ‘bugger’ in front of your son.” Dom scolded.

“My son?” Billy let a hint of a smile escape.

“The sun’s up.” Dom explained.

Billy turned over, wary of the sleeping infant tucked into the pillow, and kissed Dom gently. “Sleep,” he said.

Dom drifted off to the sound of his baby breathing.

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