OH YAY (Quinn, Deirdre) [Backdated]
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darker_londonQuinn was resting backstage while Flynn completed sound check with the rest of the band. He had his eyes closed and he was listening with rapt attention, so when he felt someone touch his knee, he nearly jumped right out of his seat. “CHRIST!” He yelled, opening his eyes to find Deirdre standing in front of him looking dubious.
“Hi?” She said, cocking her head to one side. “Want company?”
Quinn tried to calm his rapidly beating heart by laying a hand on his chest, though that hardly helped. He did smile warily at Deirdre though, and he nodded. “I’m glad they’re playing too loud to have heard me. Do they not need you?”
“Not yet!” Deirdre chirped, and she flounced over to him and moved to take a seat right in his lap.
“Oh...okay you’re…right…there you are...” Quinn leaned backwards so Deirdre could have more room, and the second she had settled in his lap he wrapped his arms around her. At four months pregnant and with her incredibly slim build, she was definitely showing now, though her belly was not yet large. As Quinn wrapped his arms around her, they had to adjust to make room for the slight bulge that was her twins. “Comfy?” he asked, amused.
“Why yes, thank you!” Deirdre kissed Quinn’s forehead and then she leaned her face against him. “I love that you came to cheer Flynny up.”
“You did command me too,” Quinn reminded her; though it was said with all the good nature he had in him. Which happened to be a lot. “And I was glad to do it.”
“He is smiling so big right now, it’s awesome.” Deirdre looked towards the stage, though she couldn’t see her comrades through it. It didn’t matter, because she could hear them. They were in perfect unison today, working as a unit. Deirdre loved it. “I love it when he’s happy.”
“You really love him a lot, don’t you?” Quinn smiled, because he rather did too.
Deirdre nodded, pushing some of her red hair behind one ear. “He’s my best friend.” To Deirdre’s mind, the people she was closer to, Spectre and Peter, didn’t count as merely friends. On the friend level of things, however, Flynn was as close as they got.
“He loves you too,” Quinn said, knowing he was stating the obvious. Flynn didn’t exactly hide his feelings well. If he found someone insufferable, he would either say something, or simply walk away. He had no time for platitudes and falsehoods. “And I really love that you two love each other so much.” Quinn had met Deirdre and Flynn separately, in different periods of his life. Flynn in Whitehead when he had been young and meek…and Deirdre when he was at University, not so young, but still somehow withdrawn. It had taken Flynn to pull him back out of that completely, but he had at least had friends by then. Friends like Deirdre whom he had dearly adored even if he did keep them at arm’s length.
“He is so cute with the babies, Quinn! You should see him!” All of her bandmates had been incredibly wonderful, though most of them had had experience traveling with a pregnant woman before because of Joasia. Timothy played (gentle) rhythms to them on her belly; Spectre sang to them and played them records. Derek was lovely to them, chattering away in his American accent. And then there was Flynn. Flynn who followed her around, and when she was with Kait, he wrote things down in case he wanted to remember to tell the babies about them later. It didn’t matter to Flynn that the babies couldn’t understand. He was bonding with them in his own way, telling them things before they were born. A trait he would continue even up through their teenage and adult years. If anyone was a father to Deirdre’s twins, it was certainly not Giles. It was Flynn. “And he follows me around to make sure I’m safe and I just love him, Quinny.”
Quinn chuckled, only slightly jealous. And incredibly clucky. Damn his metaphorical ovaries. “I want to be cute with the babies! What do I do?”
Deirdre turned to him and she grinned widely. “Say hi! When Kaitie talks now, they kick around, but no one else can feel it yet. STILL.”
Quinn let Deidre turn on his lap and when her belly was more reachable, he placed his hands on it. “Hi, babies! I’m Quinn!”
“Uncle Quinn,” Deirdre assured him, and she was rewarded with a huge grin from Quinn.
“I’m Uncle Quinn! And I can’t wait to meet you! You have the most beautiful mommies, you know? Kait and Deirdre are going to love you so much. You’re so lucky.” Quinn looked up to find Deirdre watching him closely.
“I love you too, Quinn. You know that, right? Because I met you first, but I bonded with Flynn more just because we’re in the band and-“
“I don’t think it was just because of the band, Deirdre. I think you have a lot in common.” Just like Quinn had more in common with Renee, and was probably closer to her. That didn’t mean he didn’t adore Deirdre to bits.
“I still want to make sure.” Deirdre’s expression was earnest, worried now that Quinn might actually think she didn’t care for him very much.”
“Oh, Deirdre. I do know.” Quinn kissed her cheek and he rubbed his thumbs against her belly. “I am very much aware that you love me.”
“But, Quinn, I…I don’t know if it’s too early because they’re not born yet and they don’t have names and I don’t even know if they’re boys or girls or…what.” Deirdre chewed on her lip and she smiled nervously at him. “But I do know they are going to have two mummies and no daddies and I want them to have the best godfathers in the world because of that. And I want you to be one of them. Flynn is the other one, but that’s because he’s with you and I like it better that you’re together. It’s because of you.”
Quinn sat there, quite startled to silence. He hadn’t expected this. He had assumed someone like Peter or Spectre or yes, even Flynn would fill that lofty role. He had not expected Deirdre to ask him. Flynn was James’ godfather already, but Quinn was no one’s, and he hadn’t ever expected to be. And now that he had been asked, he couldn’t begin to express what it meant that Deirdre wanted it to be him. He wanted a child of his own so badly, despite not being ready yet, so this was wonderful and quite what he had been needing. "Deirdre...really?"
"Really." Deirdre smiled and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"But...Peter..?"
Deirdre laughed. "Peter is their grandpa. And I intend to tell him that at every opportunity," Deirdre beamed. "He also has seven kids. So, you know...he's busy."
"I can't believe this-" And just as Quinn spoke, he felt movement underneath the his hand which still rested on Deirdre's abdomen. "Deirdre! Did they just...?"
"Did you feel them move?" Deirdre squeaked, over-excited.
"I did!"
"OH MY GOD EVERYONE COME FEEL MY BABIES!!!" Deirdre yelled, and she was loud enough for one of them to hear her at least. And as the band came running to feel the twins movements, Quinn beamed with pride. He was their godfather and he had felt them first.
“Hi?” She said, cocking her head to one side. “Want company?”
Quinn tried to calm his rapidly beating heart by laying a hand on his chest, though that hardly helped. He did smile warily at Deirdre though, and he nodded. “I’m glad they’re playing too loud to have heard me. Do they not need you?”
“Not yet!” Deirdre chirped, and she flounced over to him and moved to take a seat right in his lap.
“Oh...okay you’re…right…there you are...” Quinn leaned backwards so Deirdre could have more room, and the second she had settled in his lap he wrapped his arms around her. At four months pregnant and with her incredibly slim build, she was definitely showing now, though her belly was not yet large. As Quinn wrapped his arms around her, they had to adjust to make room for the slight bulge that was her twins. “Comfy?” he asked, amused.
“Why yes, thank you!” Deirdre kissed Quinn’s forehead and then she leaned her face against him. “I love that you came to cheer Flynny up.”
“You did command me too,” Quinn reminded her; though it was said with all the good nature he had in him. Which happened to be a lot. “And I was glad to do it.”
“He is smiling so big right now, it’s awesome.” Deirdre looked towards the stage, though she couldn’t see her comrades through it. It didn’t matter, because she could hear them. They were in perfect unison today, working as a unit. Deirdre loved it. “I love it when he’s happy.”
“You really love him a lot, don’t you?” Quinn smiled, because he rather did too.
Deirdre nodded, pushing some of her red hair behind one ear. “He’s my best friend.” To Deirdre’s mind, the people she was closer to, Spectre and Peter, didn’t count as merely friends. On the friend level of things, however, Flynn was as close as they got.
“He loves you too,” Quinn said, knowing he was stating the obvious. Flynn didn’t exactly hide his feelings well. If he found someone insufferable, he would either say something, or simply walk away. He had no time for platitudes and falsehoods. “And I really love that you two love each other so much.” Quinn had met Deirdre and Flynn separately, in different periods of his life. Flynn in Whitehead when he had been young and meek…and Deirdre when he was at University, not so young, but still somehow withdrawn. It had taken Flynn to pull him back out of that completely, but he had at least had friends by then. Friends like Deirdre whom he had dearly adored even if he did keep them at arm’s length.
“He is so cute with the babies, Quinn! You should see him!” All of her bandmates had been incredibly wonderful, though most of them had had experience traveling with a pregnant woman before because of Joasia. Timothy played (gentle) rhythms to them on her belly; Spectre sang to them and played them records. Derek was lovely to them, chattering away in his American accent. And then there was Flynn. Flynn who followed her around, and when she was with Kait, he wrote things down in case he wanted to remember to tell the babies about them later. It didn’t matter to Flynn that the babies couldn’t understand. He was bonding with them in his own way, telling them things before they were born. A trait he would continue even up through their teenage and adult years. If anyone was a father to Deirdre’s twins, it was certainly not Giles. It was Flynn. “And he follows me around to make sure I’m safe and I just love him, Quinny.”
Quinn chuckled, only slightly jealous. And incredibly clucky. Damn his metaphorical ovaries. “I want to be cute with the babies! What do I do?”
Deirdre turned to him and she grinned widely. “Say hi! When Kaitie talks now, they kick around, but no one else can feel it yet. STILL.”
Quinn let Deidre turn on his lap and when her belly was more reachable, he placed his hands on it. “Hi, babies! I’m Quinn!”
“Uncle Quinn,” Deirdre assured him, and she was rewarded with a huge grin from Quinn.
“I’m Uncle Quinn! And I can’t wait to meet you! You have the most beautiful mommies, you know? Kait and Deirdre are going to love you so much. You’re so lucky.” Quinn looked up to find Deirdre watching him closely.
“I love you too, Quinn. You know that, right? Because I met you first, but I bonded with Flynn more just because we’re in the band and-“
“I don’t think it was just because of the band, Deirdre. I think you have a lot in common.” Just like Quinn had more in common with Renee, and was probably closer to her. That didn’t mean he didn’t adore Deirdre to bits.
“I still want to make sure.” Deirdre’s expression was earnest, worried now that Quinn might actually think she didn’t care for him very much.”
“Oh, Deirdre. I do know.” Quinn kissed her cheek and he rubbed his thumbs against her belly. “I am very much aware that you love me.”
“But, Quinn, I…I don’t know if it’s too early because they’re not born yet and they don’t have names and I don’t even know if they’re boys or girls or…what.” Deirdre chewed on her lip and she smiled nervously at him. “But I do know they are going to have two mummies and no daddies and I want them to have the best godfathers in the world because of that. And I want you to be one of them. Flynn is the other one, but that’s because he’s with you and I like it better that you’re together. It’s because of you.”
Quinn sat there, quite startled to silence. He hadn’t expected this. He had assumed someone like Peter or Spectre or yes, even Flynn would fill that lofty role. He had not expected Deirdre to ask him. Flynn was James’ godfather already, but Quinn was no one’s, and he hadn’t ever expected to be. And now that he had been asked, he couldn’t begin to express what it meant that Deirdre wanted it to be him. He wanted a child of his own so badly, despite not being ready yet, so this was wonderful and quite what he had been needing. "Deirdre...really?"
"Really." Deirdre smiled and she leaned in to kiss his cheek.
"But...Peter..?"
Deirdre laughed. "Peter is their grandpa. And I intend to tell him that at every opportunity," Deirdre beamed. "He also has seven kids. So, you know...he's busy."
"I can't believe this-" And just as Quinn spoke, he felt movement underneath the his hand which still rested on Deirdre's abdomen. "Deirdre! Did they just...?"
"Did you feel them move?" Deirdre squeaked, over-excited.
"I did!"
"OH MY GOD EVERYONE COME FEEL MY BABIES!!!" Deirdre yelled, and she was loud enough for one of them to hear her at least. And as the band came running to feel the twins movements, Quinn beamed with pride. He was their godfather and he had felt them first.
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