#ghoap adoptive parents

[staytrueblue]

Haven

"Johnny asked if he thought it could be possible for them to be parents one day. And to his utmost surprise, Simon didn't find himself hesitating in his response."

wc: 872 tags: Fluff. Adoption of a toddler. Ghoap as parents.

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She is going to be there any second.

The anticipation is killing them.

Johnny grips Simons hand tightly, trying to stay grounded as they wait. He is a bundle of anxiety, energy and nerves vibrating from the tip of his toes to the top of his head.

He bounces on his toes glaring at the man next to him, a perfect example of cool calm, holding him in place. But Johnny knows the tells of his husband, and the clammyness of his palm is what gives him away.

Suddenly, they hear it. Johnny glances up at Simon, eyes wide as a little patter of sneakers comes down the hallway. Soft against the linolium floor.

Bright curious eyes and ringlets of hair peek around the corner of the door.

And their world stops.

Simons hand loosens its grasp. Johnny feels his heart jump into his throat, the little girl looks up at them, eyes still wide as her Caretaker encourages her to walk further into the room.

His eyes flick to the tiny hand wrapped around two of the Caretakers fingers.

Letting go of his husbands hand Johnny slowly bends a knee to the ground. Ignoring the aching twinge as he gets closer to eye level with the girl.

Their little girl.

"Hi, little lass."

Simon blinks, thrown back in time. The softness of his voice bringing back a memory. It has only been two years since Johnny asked if thought it could be possible for them to be parents one day.

And to his utmost surprise, Simon didn't find himself hesitating in his response. At that time they had been retired for over a year. They were in a good place. Physically therapy for Johnnys knee and Simons shoulder had been going well. As well as it could be.

After a long discussion and several arguements, they both had started regular therapy. It took a while to find a therapist that saw through all their bullshit and nonchalance, but once they did things only continued to get better.

They communicated with them as well when it came time to prepare for the adoption. The therapist ended up even providing a recommendation letter for them to give to the adoption agency. Along with Laswell, Price, and Johnnys' parents. Which thinking about brought Simon to tears even now.

In the beginning, so soon after their retirement, quiet was what they needed. But as time went on the peace became painful. It felt like something was missing. So when Johnny asked under the cover of darkness about them becoming parents Simon found himself saying yes.

And the moment that little one and a half-year-old peeked her head around that corner Simon knew he had made the right choice.

His heart pounds like he's in the middle of a gunfight. Limbs becoming loose and senses more aware. But there isn't gunfire, there is only the tip tap of little shoes.

Simon watches the girl let go of her Caretakers hand, balancing for a moment until she starts to waddle toward his husband. Who was waiting with open arms.

"Little love." Strong arms wrap around her carefully as he carefully lifts her. She pants her hands against Johnnys chest, showing off her few teeth with a smile.

"I'm your Da!" Johnny chokes on the last word breathing in sharply. She babbles in response, laying her head down on his shoulder.

Large eyes flick up to Simon. He holds his breath. She looks him over in the judgemental only a toddler can when finally a little hand reaches out, in awe of the swirls of ink on his arm. Chuckling he leans forward, letting her poke and pinch at the designs.

Johnny turns feeling her movement and sees the interaction of the two of them. Smiling he gently lifts her from his body. Extending the babbling girl to him.

He finds himself hesitating, feeling almost unworthy to hold such a gift, but as his Johnny smiles encouragingly and the baby babbles with her arms still stretching to him he accepts.

Simon gathers her in his arms. It takes a moment to balance her against his body. His heart aches once the weight of her settles in his hold. She's small. Barely bigger than his thigh, so light and fragile. Holding her close he smiles down at her round cheeks as she babbles on.

She presses a hand to his face. At her touch he closes his eyes, tears he hasn't felt in so long stinging in the corners. She traces the raised bumps and indents along his face. Completely unfearful and unknowing of what is behind the scars

"'M yer dad." Simon whispers to her, voice tight. He presses her small forehead against his.

Johnny slides his arm around him, curling to include her in his embrace. He presses a gentle kiss on his husbands shoulder. The tears formed from watching their interaction finally sliding down his cheeks.

"Have you decided to change her name?" The Caretaker asks quietly, making the couple turn.

Johnny smiles at his husband as he nods, wrapping an arm around his husband and holding their daughter close, her head resting on his shoulder.

"Haven." Simon replies, voice tight.

"Her name is Haven."

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I like your Price because he feels so human. In some works I've read he comes across as an untouchable father figure or very two dimensional. Thanks for giving him some depth.

Thank you. I'm glad he chimes well with you.

I think that may be a product of the fandom's average age. 38 seems ancient to a 22 year old. And I guess a CO can adopt a paternalistic slant in a mentoring or leadership role. I've lost track of the time I've picked up young teachers; I've helped fill in mortgage application forms, I've made social worker calls, I've driven them home when they've come into work sick, I've dealt with work place bullies, I've confiscated their laptop to enforce work life balance, I've subbed rent and flat deposits when they've just moved to the area from abroad. It's easy to do when you encounter younger people whose family have left gaps in support, or they're starting out for the first time.

But... I absolutely don't have it together and neither does Price. I'm of a generation and an origin where you were told by your Boomer parents to suffer in silence and never show anything but a veneer of strength. I think that's why many millennials have tried to break the cycle with their own kids. But that means our internal voice is different to what we externalise. And when Price is a "side character" or playing a facilitating role for a narrative, let's say in a Ghoap fic, there's no need to explore his internal voice. He's a narrative device. And there's nothing wrong with that at all. There are always writers who love him who want to give his internal millennial chaos some breathing room.

Also, you can't tell me that someone with that hip swagger, that smile and that camp as fuck sass with Laswell isn't a private disaster. You know he sits in meetings exchanging side eye with Simon knowing full well they're gonna gossip and bitch over a stout and a fag later.

[lemonmaid]

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[staytrueblue]

Golden Sunrise

Drabble. New parents Ghoap anxiously waiting for the announcement that their new babe has arrived! ao3 link

“For fucks sake Johnny you’re makin' me nervous with your pacing.”

“Aye I know I know, but she said her water broke and now she’s in the room there and the babes gonna be coming and I haven’t even set up the bottle heater and..”

“Johnny”.

Simons's voice came clear and quiet. Heavy hands rested on his shoulders grounding him, pulling his attention away from the double doors. Comforting golden brown eyes flicked over him above his black medical mask.

“You’re going to be a good da, Johnny.”

Johnnys' forehead fell to his husband's shoulder as the doors swung open, a nurse coming through with a smile as a lullaby started twinkling from the speakers overhead.

“Dads, are you ready to meet your girl?”

Throat tightening he gripped his husband's arm.

“It’s a girl.” Simon breathed his eyes wide looking down at him excitedly. The words were whispered with such adoration that the tears being barely held back finally spilled silently down Johnnys' cheeks.

The nurse led them into the quiet hall, the sun just starting to rise in the window as they approached. A small wrapped bundle was cradled against the chest of the lovely lass who had offered to carry for them.

“Congratulations.” she smiled softly at them, exhausted. At their pause in the doorway, she motioned them forward, “It’s okay, she wants to meet you.”

Johnny sniffed as Simon led him with a steady hand on his back.

“Little love,” the woman whispered to the cooing tiny bundle as she carefully lifted her to Simon's hands, “these are your dads.”

Simon's giant hands cradled the infant delicately, carefully supporting her neck like they had watched in all of the parenting YouTube tutorials.

“Johnny” Simon said tightly, emotion being held back by a string as he looked down at the baby in his hands. “Can you please?..My mask.”

Reaching up he unhooked Simons mask for him, revealing the crooked scars and broken angles of the man he loved.

He watched as Simon tentatively smiled, and as his broken lips gently kissed the new forehead of their baby girl he felt a new wave of tears spill over.

A soft hand reached out to him, rubbing his arm. He looked over to the woman on the bed, a smile on her face as she watched him.

“Alright?”

“I should be askin yew that.” Johnny sniffed, gripping the woman's hand in his own. “I don’t have words for how much this means to us. Thank you, thank you from the bottom of our hearts for this gift.”

She squeezed his hand, “Of course. Everyone deserves to experience this type of love.”

His heart throbbed at the words as the newborn in Simons's arms let out a whimpering cry.

“Oohh”, cooed Simon rocking her gently side to side. “You want your Da don’t ya little dove.”

The woman smiled at him encouragingly as he sat back steadying himself on the bed, Simon leaned toward him.

“Like we learned Johnny, alright?” His husband smiled at him, his cheeks rosy and eyes bright as he handed him their baby. A slow transition of hands supporting small heads, backs, and tiny bums.

Warmth radiated from the bundle as he felt the lightest weight settle in his arms. Breathing he looked down at the light blonde tiny babe nuzzling against the warmth of his chest. Their daughter, the realization came to him, this is who they had been waiting for.

“Just a wee bairn.” Johnny whispered holding her closer. “I cannae believe you’re finally here.” The bed sunk as Simon sat next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“You both are going to be wonderful dads.” The surrogate said softly. “I cannot imagine a more loving family for her.”

Simon squeezed his shoulder as Johnny sniffled. “Less worried bout that bottle warmer now, huh?”

He let out a light chuckle. “Yeah, seems like we have much bigger things to worry about now.”

Pulling their daughter close he leaned against Simons's side feeling him curl his arm protectively around him, pulling them closer.

In the midst of overwhelming emotion, neither of the men had noticed a nurse come in and take a photo of the scene. Johnny found himself staring at it each time he went to her crib, the moment printed and hanging in a golden frame above it.

The four of them were highlighted by the golden sunrise, Johnny's face wet with happy tears, Simon's cheeks rosy and round as he smiled at their baby in his husband's arms, and the surrogate resting contentedly behind them, watching the scene unfold with the new fathers.

It made every diaper change and tantrum worth it, to remember the moment when they had found their love had become tangible, and they had become a family.