Have fun with this one.

I apologize in advance for mistakes. I'm doped up on lots of medicine, the flu is no joke. I did what I could.

"She's only a baby."

Scott whispers into black hair as his arms curl tighter around a slender figure, his chin resting on a small shoulder. There are stars in his eyes and his cherry lips can't help but to stay in a prideful curve, quivering just slightly as his eyes begin to water for the fourth time that day. The shorter boy in his grip tilts his head up to get a good look at him and flashes that bright, dimpled smile Scott's come to fall in love with. He brushes his nose along Scott's sculpted jawline before pressing a few gentle kisses to the skin.

"She's our baby," Mitch says, voice quiet as if speaking any louder would wake the little baby, "our little girl, Scotty." She looks so peaceful, sleeping soundly behind the glass, her small hands curled to fists by her head. Something about the sight of her stomach rising and falling as she breathes sends shivers through them like shockwaves; she's alive, she's healthy, and she's theirs.

They never thought that this is where life would take the two college sweethearts, from studying in art classes together under their favorite tree on campus and holding each other at football games, to meeting parents and exchanging vows, to viewing their very own daughter. They weren't complaining about the way things turned out of course, they couldn't be happier. A dream they both had found a giving teenage mother with too much weight on her shoulders and produced this beautiful reality for them, and they wouldn't change it for the world.

"All ours." Scott confirms, ducking his head down to press a lingering kiss for Mitch's lips. He presses his fingers across the younger boy's stomach, pressing into the fabric of his shirt, and Mitch's hand makes its way to rest on top of his, interlocking their fingers. "I love you"

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"She's only a baby!"

Mitch gives a hushed shout as he dashes across the room to mess with Scott's phone. It's hooked up to the stereo and had just started to blare some music about the illuminati and penises with a bass background that felt like it was shaking the walls of their tiny apartment. He always thought of this as noise, but for some reason his husband views it as an art form. And while Mitch isn't opposed to their daughter becoming familiar with different kinds of art while she's this young, he'd rather she didn't know about 'making it rain' or 'fucking bitches.'

"No, don't turn that off!" Scott protests, dropping the large cardboard box in his hands to go and stop Mitch from turning off his music. After living with Scott's parents for the past few months, they'd finally been able to afford a cozy little apartment just for them, closer to the younger boy's school. The last week had been spent unpacking and settling in, with the supervision of their growing little girl in her bouncer. She may only be there to watch the cartoons playing or sleep, but she's a part of the team.

"It's garbage Scott." Mitch says as he skips to the next song before Scott can smack his hand away. The blonde lets out a groan and folds his arms stubbornly across his chest, leaning against the wall. "Lena doesn't need to hear all those bad words" Mitch looks content with himself now that a new song is playing and it makes Scott roll his eyes.

"Oh really? Was it garbage when we first met?" Scott challenges. At that moment Mitch regretted saying anything in the past two minutes because now Scott's closing in with that deliciously irritating smirk on his mouth.

He remembers that night four years ago in a packed dorm room where an apprehensive 18 year old met an outgoing second year student who offered him a drink. One beer turned into four shots, turned into three vodkas and before he knew it this trash was music to Mitch's ears as he lost himself to the beat.

"I was drunk off of whatever was in that cup you kept giving me," Mitch wastes no time in correcting him, brown eyes glaring at blue, "so don't even."

"You weren't saying all of this when you were grinding all over me." Scott's arms find a comfortable position sitting on his husband's waist, that damned smirk still on his lips. It's Mitch's turn to roll his eyes as he grips Scott's biceps. He wants to play it cool and pretend he has no clue as to what Scott is saying, but the rose color of his cheeks gives him away. "And you used a whole bunch of those bad words."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," Mitch starts, skin burning brighter as Scott places little kisses on his neck.

"Now, go put that song back on and show me how you did it that night."

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"She's only a baby."

Scott smirks down into his cereal bowl. Mitch pauses where he stands to shoot a glare in his direction. He isn't in the mood for his smug comments. He's kneeling in front of their baby's highchair, and half of the container of pureed green beans covering his face and t-shirt. Breakfast time was always a time of experimentation with Lena. They learned that she absolutely hated any vegetables they tried to feed her, but fruits and oatmeal were always accepted. But after a morning full of chasing her around the apartment trying to get a diaper on her, Mitch isn't trying to mess around with her right now.

"Say it again," he warns, determination in his expression. He spoons more of the green mush onto the spoon, bringing it to Lena's lips. "Say it again and see what happens Hoying."

The twenty three year old obviously finds pleasure in the situation, laughing as he continues to eat his cereal. "She's only a baby."

Mitch takes another round of green beans to the face, earning a loud cackle from Scott. He wipes of the mess on his skin before getting another spoon full and walking towards Scott.

"Watch what you do with those green beans, Mitch." he threatens, but before he can get another word out, the warm mush is dripping from his hair to his eyes.

"Lena! Did you see what daddy did to me?" Scott stands up now, looking at his daughter in shock. "He's going to wish he didn't do that." He takes a step toward Mitch, and with every one he takes forward, the other takes two backward.

"Scott, don't! Scott! No!"

Scott snatches him up in his arms and smashes the excess from his head onto that of his husband, ignoring his squeals and squirming. Mitch is about to yell and Scott's about to apologize, but the melodious sound of tiny giggling pauses everything. Lena's messy cheeks are glowing and her few teeth showing is enough to send her fathers into a fit of laughter too.

"God damnit Scott, you asshole."

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"She's only a baby."

Scott mutters to himself when things get hard. She's only a baby and she can't tell them what's wrong. Lena's sick and the boys can't remember the last time they've had a full night of sleep.

He's pacing through the living room, patting and rubbing her back while she screams her lungs out, the most painful cry he's ever heard from her. He knows she's in pain and he knows she's burning up, but he doesn't know how to fix it. Maybe he could call his mom again tonight-

"Shit." Mitch whisper yells from the kitchen. He's trying to pour formula into one of the bottles but his hand is shaking too much and he's spilling powder all over the counter. He sniffles and wipes his nose with the sleeve of his sweater, a particularly distressed cry from Lena making him jump and drop the bottle on the floor. Stress has been building up for days on end and he's not sure how much more he can take before Scott would have to bring him to a therapist. He brings his hands up to cover his face. He can't cry, not right now.

Though Mitch doesn't know it, Scott can see him from the archway that separates the two rooms, and it breaks his heart. Mitch hates crying in front of people, for one thing, and for another, he hasn't been this stressed out since finals last year. Seeing their little girl sick is taking a huge toll on him.

"Hey, baby, calm down." Scott whispers, shifting the wailing infant to one arm and bringing his other around his husband. "It's alright, okay? She's going to be okay, we're all going to be okay."

Mitch lets his eyelids drop and a small sob rips through him as he curls into the taller man's body, burying his face into his chest. He clutches Scott's shirt and will never forgive himself for making him console two crying babies, but he can't stop now. Scott doesn't seem to mind, it makes him feel important.

"Shh," he whispers into Mitch's hair, "I've got you. I've got both of you."

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"She's only a baby."

Scott sighs as he stills himself, looking down at the man beneath him. His sweaty bangs fall into his eyes and he combs them back before returning his arms to either side of Mitch, holding himself up. "She'll cry herself to sleep any minute now."

It's the first night that they've had alone and not been too tired in what felt like ages, but an agitated baby across the hall is putting this night closer and closer to a rain check, again. Mitch takes a moment to catch his breath, wriggling in discomfort at the feeling of his husband simply lying there idle, the pleasure stalled.

"Just... Just come on, keep going then." he says, hands grasping the back of Scott's neck and pulling him down, capturing his swollen lips in a heated kiss. It intensifies quickly as Scott starts moving his hips again, the sound of their restless daughter soon replaced with impassioned moans. Lena's hollering dies down as Scott predicted, and with Mitch's short nails digging into his shoulder, he pushes himself farther and faster following a silent command.

Mitch tilts his head back and arches his spine, pleased noises pouring from his throat with every passing second. Scott takes advantage of this position, kissing and sucking dark marks into Mitch's skin, letting out groans against each mark. The ecstasy he feels in this moment takes him back to the first time he ever had Mitch like this. They were so young and vulnerable, caught up in each other. They still were, just with more responsibilities and less time to do this now. Every moment needed to last, every thrust needed to count.

He brings a large hand up to the headboard, the other gripping Mitch's thigh. It enables him to slam himself deeper into him, earning loud moans that make his blood boil in the best possible way. He kisses Mitch one last time before shutting his eyes tighter, tipping his head back. He won't last much longer, Mitch's heat still tight and inviting after all these years.

"Oh fuck Scott." the bottom cries, hands exploring the top's extensive back. Goosebumps are rising along his spine and before long, his orgasm is convulsing through him, tearing a near scream from his chest. The constriction causes Scott to gasp and soon enough, he's releasing inside of him, the long awaiting release being more than he expected.

The room quiets down, their soft panting rising to the ceiling. Mitch's fingers smooth over the angry red lines on Scott's back and he moves his lips slowly with Scott's huffing his breath like a drug and releasing his own.

"I missed you." he whispers, meeting his husband's eyes. They're a bright blue that he can still see in the dark of the room.

"I missed you more." Scott replies, pulling himself out and rolling to lay beside him. "I told you she'd go back to-"

As if on cue, small whimpers begin to pour out from Lena's room, until the apartment is filled with her cries. Mitch raises an eyebrow but keeps a smile, pinching Scott's flushed cheeks. "You were saying?"

The older boy exhales in defeat and sits up, kicking the comforter off his legs. "Well, I was right for a bit."

Before he can get out of bed however, Mitch pulls him down with a gentle hand on his shoulder. He places a soft kiss to Scott's salty forehead and gets out of bed, wincing a bit at the pain. He grabs his boxers and pulls them on, wipes himself off, then limps his way over to the door. "I've got her. Round two when I get back?" He winks.

Another scream rips through the air.

"If I get back."

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"She's only a baby."

Scott groans as he drags his hands down his face. He still isn't sure why he always uses that excuse for everything the toddler does, but with cake all up and throughout the apartment, he doesn't know what to say to keep calm. Their balcony and living room are full of guests who wouldn't want to see him lose his temper. Both of their families, their mutual friends... he needs to impress them all. Plus, he couldn't possibly scold Lena today of all days. It's her first birthday after all. If she wants to get hot pink icing all over the furniture, then they have to let her.

Mitch has scooped her up, holding her far away from his body, as he carries her upstairs to change her messy clothes. All of the guests seem to think it was cute watching her fling cake everywhere that wasn't her mouth. "Babies will be Babies." Scott's grandmother said. And grandmothers will be asked to leave if they don't stop talking about it. Scott couldn't help but think.

He gets to work on moving her mounds of presents aside to wipe up chunks of cake from the carpet before they get a chance to stain. His sister offers to help and he gladly accepts, letting her know where to start. Mitch's mom and his own are taking charge in keeping the guests entertained and the boys couldn't be more thankful.

Mitch finally returns with a clean Lena in his arms, adjusting the tiny crown on top of her head, nestled in the caramel curls. He's changed her into a new black dress and sandals, and she's the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He brings her back down stairs and instead of putting her down, he's greeted with a giant blonde coming towards them. Scott puts down his supplies, then drops a sweet kiss to his daughter's head.

"There's the messy birthday girl." He smiles, "and her pretty pretty dress." Sometimes, when he looks at her, he can't believe that this beautiful little girl is theirs. She's their child and he's so blessed.

"How's everything going?" Mitch asks, worry in his dark eyes. "She didn't make too much of a mess did she?"

Scott shakes his head, leaning down to kiss Mitch's smile. "Nothing I can't handle. Everyone's out back." Mitch nods and Scott takes his hand in his, leading them towards the door.

"I can't believe it's been a year, ya know?" Mitch looks up at Scott, shifting Lena on his hip. "We've had this little angel for a year. That's crazy, right?"

"It's crazy, but it's perfect." Another peck is placed on Mitch's lips. "One of the most exciting years of my life."

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"Lena, no!"

Mitch yells, setting the yellow sippy cup down and running into the living room. He snatches the tube of paint from her dimpled fingers and picks her up, looking over her in distress. She's covered in an array of reds, greens, and blues from head to toe and Mitch swears he only left her alone for a minute, if that. He tears his gaze away from her and it settles on a sight that crushes him. The large canvas on the easel by the window is drenched in tiny hand prints and paint splatters he knows he didn't make. If seeing his exam for his art class ruined wasn't enough, there was paint all over the carpet and coffee table. He closes his eyes.

Of course, Lena has now knowledge that she's done anything wrong, so she continues to play with the paint that's on her clothes, smearing some on her father's face while he stays perfectly frozen. She giggles, but Mitch purses his lips tightly.

That's when the front door opens to the apartment, keys being thrown on the counter sounding in Mitch's ears. Scott shrugs off his jacket and unpins his nametag from his sweater. Once his shoes are off he follows the sound of the television to the living room, where he stops in his tracks.

"Oh shit." he murmurs, slapping a hand over his mouth at the display. Mitch's back is to him but he already has an idea of what his face looks like right now. Lena looks over at the sound of her dad's voice and smiles proudly, waving her paint covered hands around. Scott begins to chuckle beneath his palm.

Mitch turns around slowly and studies his husband, shaking his head in warning. "Don't. Don't you dare."

Scott's hand slides down and he folds his arms, leaning against the archway. He runs his tongue along his lower lip and opens his mouth daringly, a cheeky grin involved.

"She's only a baby."