Prompt #086: Hope
Title: A Little Hope
Author: Leela (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9 x 100
Content/Warning(s): Werewolves, references to mpreg
Author's notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
glam_100, prompt #086: hope. Many thanks to @aislinntlc for the preread. (And, seriously, my apologies for the pun in the title.)
She's mostly bald, her body's long and skinny, and Adam thinks she's the most beautiful baby in the hospital. He wants to call her Hope because he doesn't have much of that right now, except when he's holding her, but he's terrified of naming her before Tommy can tell him how stupid the name is.
And what if giving her a name means there's no reason for Tommy to wake up?
"Your Daddy is a silly alpha," he whispers. "And all because of you and a stupid omega." Eyes rimmed with red, he growls, "who needs to fucking wake up."
*
As if that had truly been an order, alpha to a pack member, Tommy's hand flexes. It's more movement than Adam's seen from him in three days.
The monitors and pumps attached to Tommy don't react. At least, not that Adam can tell. And no one comes rushing into the room, like they do on TV.
Adam's wolf, though, wants to snarl at Tommy, to curl around him and their baby. She snuffles and stretches one arm out of her blanket, as if she's reaching for Tommy.
It's enough to push Adam out of the chair and onto the bed.
*
He moves carefully, fitting himself and their baby into the space available without jostling Tommy too much. When he's done, she's lying partly on Tommy's chest and arm, and partly against Adam. Adam's mouth is near Tommy's ear.
Spreading his hand, so he can touch both of them, Adam takes a deep breath and focuses. His wolf rises to the surface, confused, angry, protective, determined. The red in his eyes deepens, blazes alpha dark. The wolf's fear, Adam's fear, makes his voice vibrate as if he were growling.
"Wake up, you lazy ass of an omega. Your pack needs you."
*
Tommy, of course, pays him absolutely no attention. He continues to sleep. His eyes are closed, and his chest barely seems to rise and fall.
"Fuck you," Adam mutters. "Fuck you and your stupid fucking desire to have a baby. Fuck you and every fucking person who encouraged you, including me. We could have—"
A lump clogs Adam's throat, turning his voice into something that isn't a whine or a sob. Stupid wolf.
Their baby whimpers in her sleep.
"Asshole."
The insult's more croaked than spoken, but it has Adam crying, the baby screaming, and people rushing into the room.
*
Hours later, everyone else finally leaves. The poking, prodding, visiting, and calling are over for now, and the three of them are alone again.
Tommy's hair's sticking up, and he looks like shit, but he's cuddling the baby and scowling at Adam. "I hate people," he says. "And being stuck in a room with a door that doesn't fucking lock. And I totally fucking hate that I missed the first three days of her life."
Biting back a you didn't miss much that Adam knows will be more annoying than reassuring, he says, "Just don't miss any more of it."
*
"Awww, you silly fucker, get your ass over here." Tommy pats the bed next to him.
Before he goes over there, Adam resists for a second or two, although he hasn't a clue why. Perching carefully on the edge of the bed isn't good enough for Tommy, who elbows Adam until he's able to lean back against Adam's chest, instead of pillows, and Adam's arms around both of them.
Nostrils flaring, Adam detects Tommy's scent beneath the medicinal overlay. He buries his nose in Tommy's hair, reflexively tightening his arms around them.
Safe thrums through Adam, and his wolf calms.
*
"All right," Tommy says. "Spill."
"I don't know—"
"Fuck that noise. Yeah, you do."
Taking another deep breath, catching their baby's scent too, Adam says, "That allergic reaction the doctor talked about. You had a seizure, almost as soon as they gave you the painkillers." He inhales again, needing the reassurance before admitting, "I couldn't feel you. For so long."
"'M sorry." Carefully shifting around, Tommy curls awkwardly against Adam.
"It wasn't your fault." Adam kisses Tommy's temple. "Just don't do that again, baby. Please."
"Not going to, promise," Tommy says. He runs a cupped hand over their baby's head.
*
"She got a name yet?"
"Not officially," Adam says.
Tommy runs a fingertip over the wing of her eyebrow. "And unofficially?"
Catching her foot in his hand, marveling at its tininess, Adam says, "Hope?"
"Super hokey," is Tommy's response, but smiles and offers, "It would make a great middle name."
The alpha in Adam wants to protest; it's their first child and her name is his prerogative. Instead, he asks, "All right, what do you want?"
"Sinead," Tommy says.
"Umm." Adam mentally pairs it with his last name and winces.
"After my grandma because she loved me no matter what."
*
Tommy gives him that look, the one that caught Adam's attention on that first day, and Adam's wolf all but rolls over and shows his belly.
"Damn it."
"Thank you," Tommy says, and he kisses the corner of Adam's mouth. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
Adam's totally fucked, and he knows it. Not that he actually gives a shit, as long as nobody else, especially his dad and brother, have a clue how deep in it he actually is.
As Tommy dozes off and Sinead burbles in her sleep, Adam closes his eyes, content for the first time in days.
.
Author: Leela (
leela_cat)Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9 x 100
Content/Warning(s): Werewolves, references to mpreg
Author's notes: Written for
glam_100, prompt #086: hope. Many thanks to @aislinntlc for the preread. (And, seriously, my apologies for the pun in the title.)She's mostly bald, her body's long and skinny, and Adam thinks she's the most beautiful baby in the hospital. He wants to call her Hope because he doesn't have much of that right now, except when he's holding her, but he's terrified of naming her before Tommy can tell him how stupid the name is.
And what if giving her a name means there's no reason for Tommy to wake up?
"Your Daddy is a silly alpha," he whispers. "And all because of you and a stupid omega." Eyes rimmed with red, he growls, "who needs to fucking wake up."
As if that had truly been an order, alpha to a pack member, Tommy's hand flexes. It's more movement than Adam's seen from him in three days.
The monitors and pumps attached to Tommy don't react. At least, not that Adam can tell. And no one comes rushing into the room, like they do on TV.
Adam's wolf, though, wants to snarl at Tommy, to curl around him and their baby. She snuffles and stretches one arm out of her blanket, as if she's reaching for Tommy.
It's enough to push Adam out of the chair and onto the bed.
He moves carefully, fitting himself and their baby into the space available without jostling Tommy too much. When he's done, she's lying partly on Tommy's chest and arm, and partly against Adam. Adam's mouth is near Tommy's ear.
Spreading his hand, so he can touch both of them, Adam takes a deep breath and focuses. His wolf rises to the surface, confused, angry, protective, determined. The red in his eyes deepens, blazes alpha dark. The wolf's fear, Adam's fear, makes his voice vibrate as if he were growling.
"Wake up, you lazy ass of an omega. Your pack needs you."
Tommy, of course, pays him absolutely no attention. He continues to sleep. His eyes are closed, and his chest barely seems to rise and fall.
"Fuck you," Adam mutters. "Fuck you and your stupid fucking desire to have a baby. Fuck you and every fucking person who encouraged you, including me. We could have—"
A lump clogs Adam's throat, turning his voice into something that isn't a whine or a sob. Stupid wolf.
Their baby whimpers in her sleep.
"Asshole."
The insult's more croaked than spoken, but it has Adam crying, the baby screaming, and people rushing into the room.
Hours later, everyone else finally leaves. The poking, prodding, visiting, and calling are over for now, and the three of them are alone again.
Tommy's hair's sticking up, and he looks like shit, but he's cuddling the baby and scowling at Adam. "I hate people," he says. "And being stuck in a room with a door that doesn't fucking lock. And I totally fucking hate that I missed the first three days of her life."
Biting back a you didn't miss much that Adam knows will be more annoying than reassuring, he says, "Just don't miss any more of it."
"Awww, you silly fucker, get your ass over here." Tommy pats the bed next to him.
Before he goes over there, Adam resists for a second or two, although he hasn't a clue why. Perching carefully on the edge of the bed isn't good enough for Tommy, who elbows Adam until he's able to lean back against Adam's chest, instead of pillows, and Adam's arms around both of them.
Nostrils flaring, Adam detects Tommy's scent beneath the medicinal overlay. He buries his nose in Tommy's hair, reflexively tightening his arms around them.
Safe thrums through Adam, and his wolf calms.
"All right," Tommy says. "Spill."
"I don't know—"
"Fuck that noise. Yeah, you do."
Taking another deep breath, catching their baby's scent too, Adam says, "That allergic reaction the doctor talked about. You had a seizure, almost as soon as they gave you the painkillers." He inhales again, needing the reassurance before admitting, "I couldn't feel you. For so long."
"'M sorry." Carefully shifting around, Tommy curls awkwardly against Adam.
"It wasn't your fault." Adam kisses Tommy's temple. "Just don't do that again, baby. Please."
"Not going to, promise," Tommy says. He runs a cupped hand over their baby's head.
"She got a name yet?"
"Not officially," Adam says.
Tommy runs a fingertip over the wing of her eyebrow. "And unofficially?"
Catching her foot in his hand, marveling at its tininess, Adam says, "Hope?"
"Super hokey," is Tommy's response, but smiles and offers, "It would make a great middle name."
The alpha in Adam wants to protest; it's their first child and her name is his prerogative. Instead, he asks, "All right, what do you want?"
"Sinead," Tommy says.
"Umm." Adam mentally pairs it with his last name and winces.
"After my grandma because she loved me no matter what."
Tommy gives him that look, the one that caught Adam's attention on that first day, and Adam's wolf all but rolls over and shows his belly.
"Damn it."
"Thank you," Tommy says, and he kisses the corner of Adam's mouth. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
Adam's totally fucked, and he knows it. Not that he actually gives a shit, as long as nobody else, especially his dad and brother, have a clue how deep in it he actually is.
As Tommy dozes off and Sinead burbles in her sleep, Adam closes his eyes, content for the first time in days.
.