darker_london | Fluff even when things are !!! (Flynn, Quinn, James)

While Flynn wanted very much to be out looking for Mara, he wasn't supernatural. He wouldn't aid in sensing her. And at the same time, there was a crazed PIRA member looking for him, so it wasn't a good idea to be wandering around alone. He had said he would help with anything rescue type thing, but until then, he stayed put, as much as he didn't want to. It was probably for the best anyway, however, because with Thomas, Spectre, Abby and Stuart gone, someone had to watch James. Flynn and Quinn both loved kids, even though Flynn used to be uncomfortable around them because he wasn't entirely sure how to keep them interested. But being around James and Mara full time had seen that fear disappear incredibly quickly.

James was sitting on Flynn and Quinn's floor, petting Flynn's kitten Errol. "He's so pretty." James informed the room. "I like his eyes."

"Me too." Flynn agreed and he moved to sit with them so he could pet the kitten too. "Sometimes he looks like trouble though, doesn't he?"

"Haha yeah!" James said loudly and then he frowned. "Flynny, is Mara going to be hurt?"

Flynn's smile faded as well, to think of poor, sweet Mara in trouble. "We'll do our best to make sure she's safe, James." He said quietly.

Quinn, who had been sitting on the bed up until then, slid onto the floor so that he could support the both of them. He put his hand on Flynn's knee and he gave him a sad smile. "Mara is a brave and strong girl and I think she'll be okay."

James gave an intelligent nod and he looked up at them both in wonder. "I saw you at the music store, Flynny. On a CD."

Flynn was slightly shocked by the change of subject, but James was two... "You saw me on a CD?" It took Flynn a second to realise that he was in fact in a band, which did in fact have a CD release. Sometimes Flynn forgot he was a successful musician. It was just too weird to think about. "Oh right, the Spectre one."

"My Daddy's CD!" James said proudly. "The bright Daddy!" Spectre did tend to wear brightly coloured clothes.

"He is bright, isn't he." Flynn smiled.

"Want to play Candyland?" James asked quickly, giving a little bounce. "I like blue."

"You... I like blue too. And I would love to play Candyland. What's Candyland."

Quinn chuckled as Flynn completely lost the plot. "I'll show you, Bub. I think James was saying that he wanted to be the blue candykid. It's a piece in the game."

"Oh...right." Lack of Candyland knowledge wasn't helpful when taking care of kids.

"There's a snowflake princess in it." Quinn winked. "You'll love it."

Flynn giggled immediately and Quinn knew they had a hit there. They played on the floor and both of the men lamented because James was kicking both of their arses.

When James had beaten them fair and square a good three times, he announced he was hungry. "I can make you some spaghetti if you like." Quinn suggested. "I have noodles in the shape of race cars!"

"How do you have speedy noodles?" Flynn asked Quinn with his eyebrows raised.

"Eamon thinks he's funny." Quinn grinned. "How about it, James."

"Yeah!" James looked quite pleased with the idea of race car spaghetti. Flynn scooped James up into his arms and he carried James down the stairs. They watched telly while Quinn made dinner and then the three of them ate at the dining room table. It was the first time Flynn had ever had pasta shaped like cars. He was well pleased by it.

After they put James to sleep, Flynn pulled Quinn back into their bedroom and he collapsed onto their bed, pulling Quinn down beside him. Once Quinn's head was resting against his chest, Flynn smiled. "We could do this, you know? Be dads."

Quinn smiled against Flynn's chest. "We always talked about it."

"But now I know I can do it." Flynn said simply. He hadn't known before. He had been scared. But taking care of James brought with it such a sense of simple joy. And no, it wouldn't be like that all the time. Flynn knew that. But Thomas and Spectre seemed so happy with it. And Abby and Stuart too...poor Abby and Stuart... "I know I could be a good dad. I didn't exactly have the best role models, you know. But I could be a good one."

"You'd be the best one." Quinn kissed Flynn's chest and he meant every word of what he said. "You'd do anything for our child. You'd keep her safe and you'd show her that mistakes mean you grow, not break. I so want to have kids with you."

"Her hmmm?"

"Sylvia." Quinn grinned. "Hey, we agreed!"

"And I'm not disputing that! I'd love a little girl. A little Sylvia." Flynn's smile was absolutely filled with joy.

"A little girl with nowhere to go. We'll give her a home. We'll be three of a kind. A team."

Flynn turned his head and he smiled cutely at Quinn. "Will you still make me pasta shaped like things?"

"I have some pasta shaped like cocks...?" Quinn suggested.

"Oh, you brute!" Flynn cried with mock surprise.

"That's me!" And then Quinn promptly moved to straddle Flynn because even though any sex they had would hardly produce a child, it made him happy to think about it, and there was nothing that made him happier than closeness with Flynn.