#paulxblackreader

[dc41896]

New Roommate

Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff, slight mentions of seggsy time

“We’re gonna have so much fun bubbas. We’re gonna go to the park, on hikes-oh! And the beach! I already know you’re gonna love it,” you beam rubbing noses with the two-month, blue nose pitbull who was trying to lick your face. “First though, I gotta get your dad on board.”

It’s not that your boyfriend didn’t want or like dogs. He always said how he’d love to have one someday when he was settled somewhere.

However that “somewhere” to Paul was a house with plenty yard space, an adequate amount of privacy, and maybe located in the suburbs. Not your recently renovated, two bedroom apartment you both just happened to move into about a month ago.

You made an agreement that you wouldn’t get any pets (well besides a fish, and a small one at that) to not risk messing anything up and having some sort of consequence, which would more than likely be in monetary form. Entranced by the short haired, too adorable for words pup though, you honestly could care less about the consequences.

Plus you just knew your little buddy wouldn’t cause any trouble. You could see that in his round, soft grey eyes.

“So, you’re gonna stay with your auntie Raye until I can work my charm on him okay?” The pup only tilts his head before letting out a small bark and making you pout as you hug him close. “I know but it’s only temporary. A night at most.”

Paul typically didn’t get home until later in the evening now that he was on a new case, so you had plenty of time to clean up any traces of dog left behind after Raye would leave and start cooking his favorite meal. As an added bonus, you also thought about your short, lilac, ruched number with spaghetti straps that always made his eyes light up when you wore it. He claimed it perfectly complimented your skin and made you look even more angelic as his hands always seemed to find your sides, the small of your back, or lower if you were right beside him (which of course you typically were).

However, hearing the familiar thud of boots journeying down the hall and rattling of keys, something told you that plan might not work now.

You quickly stand up, taking the probably confused puppy with you to the bathroom where you sit him in the empty tub, along with his new bone shaped chew toy, kneeling with a finger over your lips.

“Stay here and be really quiet okay?,” you whisper just as you hear the front door unlock. Quietly rushing to close the room door behind you, you muster your best ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ smile while you approached the tired looking man.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets, sweetly pecking your lips.

“Hey, you’re home early today.”

“Yea, we had a break in the case and went undercover to get the suspect which led to a chase, then a fight, and me having bruises forming as we speak.”

Dropping his bag by the dinner table, a sigh followed by a short wince leaves his mouth as he sinks into the leather couch cushions letting his head fall back and eyes close.

“Alright plan B it is,” you think to yourself moving behind him to gently massage his shoulders, occasionally letting your hands journey forward along his pecs giving them attention as well. Hearing a soft moan at his approaching relaxed state urges you to continue, knowing you’d soon have him exactly where you wanted.

“Aww I’m sorry babe. Where does it hurt?”

“My sides mostly, but my back a bit too.”

He helps you remove his fitted black shirt, a favorite of yours, letting out a short hiss from having to extend his sore muscles. Guiding him to lie down and placing one of the small throw pillows under his head, you straddle his lap letting your fingers drag along the red and light blue marks littering his sides.

“It doesn’t hurt when you breathe does it?”

“No.”

“What about this?,” you ask pressing down to feel him flinch under you.

“Ow! Babe-,”

“Sorry! Sorry just checking.” Watching him settle back into his comfortable position with arm draped over his forehead, you slowly bend forward, lips inches from his bruise looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. “And this?”

You feel his low chuckle vibrate his muscular upper body as your gentle, open mouthed kisses scatter from each injury to eventually find the spot just below his ear.

“I feel better already,” he smiles tilting your chin so your soft lips could meld with his. Kiss growing deeper with each passing second.

“Hooked like a fish,” you thought, lips never ceasing while being brought closer to his body as he sat up with hands squeezing your hips.

“Baby wait,” he states slightly leaning his head back and making you pout. “Let me go shower first. I’m sweaty and probably stink-,”

“What’s the point when you’re just gonna get sweaty again?,” you smirk taking his now red, fuller bottom lip between your teeth.

“All the more reason for you to join me then.” You can’t fully enjoy the combination of his tongue and lips on your neck from your brain hurriedly trying to figure out how to stop this man from finding your little surprise in the bathroom.

“Your, um..sides though! You know it’s gonna hurt trying to shower so just stay here with me.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me going in our bathroom?,” he asks detaching from your neck with one final bite to eye you suspiciously.

“No, of course not. I just missed you.” Batting your lashes, you nonchalantly let your nail trace a line from where his pendant sat down the middle of his abdomen and just above his buckle before he shifted, swiftly lying you on your back with one hand hooked under your knee bringing it around his waist.

Men. Always so easy.

Giggling as thumbs graze the lower band of your bra and lips return to their assault on your neck and collarbone, a high pitched bark along with scuffling makes you freeze as Paul lifts his head confused.

“You heard that right?”

“Y-Yeah. It’s probably from one of the neighbors. Speaking of dogs though-”

When the barks and scuffling become more frequent, you start to wonder if Raye would mind you staying the night since you’d surely need a place to stay with Paul being mad at you.

“Nah that sounds really close,” he replies unhooking your leg to go investigate for himself. The only thing you can do is sit and nervously wait for the inevitable hearing him open the bedroom door and eventually enter the bathroom. “Honey...!”

“Hmm?!,” you ask biting the corner of your lip, turning your head at the sound of Paul padding across the wooden floor holding the noisy pup.

“Mind telling me why this little guy was in our tub?”

“....Maybe he was a gift from the front office?,” you innocently shrug making him bring his free hand to his hip, sternly looking at you.

“Y/N...,”

“Alright. My coworker and I were bored one day and started looking through the pets the shelter had for adoption online and this little guy came across the screen and stole my heart.”

“Babe we talked about this. We can’t mess this place up.”

“I know and we won’t. Before you came home, we just hung out in here and he was so calm and sweet. Even in the tub he sat there like a good boy,” you smile standing up to scratch behind his ears making his tail wag against Paul’s side.

“That’s because he couldn’t get out since the tub is taller than him,” he retorts as you roll your eyes taking your new baby from his grasp.

“Cmon Paul look at this face and tell me you can say no.”

Holding the puppy at his eye level, there’s a few moments of silence as the two simply look at each other before the grey haired dog licks his cheek making him groan.

“You know I can’t say no. To either of you,” he softly smiles petting the short fur on his head. Seeing your pout as you bring your new friend next to your face, he lowly chuckles caressing your cheek as his lips find yours. “Alright he can stay.”

“Thank you!,” you excitedly squeal bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I already have the perfect name picked out.”

“What’s that?”

“Disco. After his dad,” you both laugh.

“Well, welcome to the family Disco,” he smiles taking him from your hands to place him on the floor where he began to sniff around getting acclimated to his new home. You’re caught off guard when you’re tossed over his broad shoulder, blood rushing to your head as you gently kick your legs laughing.

“Paul!”

“Disco, look after everything. Me and mom have some unfinished business,” he smirks closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

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Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff!

“Cmon baby girl please stop crying. She just left for a little while.”

Bouncing the fussy six month old, his pleads fall on deaf ears as her wails continue and seem to grow louder with each passing second. He tried using her favorite bear, her rattle, and play her favorite lullaby but nothing worked. She acted as if he was just showing her random items that were of no interest to her.

“Aww what’s wrong munchkin?,” you ask putting down your keys and purse before walking up to the both of them. “What did daddy do huh?”

“Nothing! I’ve tried her toys, food-,” he starts as he places her in your arms.

“Honey, relax I’m kidding. I know you didn’t do anything, Noelle’s probably just cranky.”

“Seems like she’s only cranky when I try to take care of her,” he mumbles sitting on the couch.

“That’s not true.”

Raising his brow, he reaches out to take Noel from your arms making the currently calm baby begin whining as soon as she felt space between the two of you.

“See?,” he counters returning her to your chest as she snuggles into your neck.

“She’s sleepy. Let me go put her down, you try to relax okay?” Watching you walk away while softly humming, he tried to reassure himself that it was in fact her sleepiness making her fussy and not that his own daughter hated him.

But thinking about the past couple weeks only made it more difficult to believe.

All throughout your pregnancy he was there talking and reading books to your stomach trying to bond with Noelle. When she was born, all she wanted to do, besides eat and sleep, was stare at her father and even flashed her first smile at him.

After returning from his recent three month undercover assignment though, all those memories seemed to go out the door. She treated him like he was a stranger and favored being with her mom over him. And when she was left with him, even for a few minutes, she’d squirm in his arms whining while trying to escape. It left him no choice but to either lie her on the blanket on the floor with her toys or place her in the bouncer.

Sighing, he flips through the channels eventually stopping on the news, but not really caring about anything the anchors had to say.

“Whatcha watching?,” you ask in a childlike tone entering the living room, slowly making your way towards the back of the couch.

“News,” he weakly smiles as your hands rest on his shoulders gently massaging the tense areas. Relaxing into your touch, he slowly exhales while his eyes close and head leans back hoping you never stop. “Noelle hates me.”

“No she doesn’t. Where did you get that from?”

“Her and how ever since I’ve gotten back she wants nothing to do with me.” Feeling your lips on his forehead, his eyes flutter open to your upside down sympathetic smile.

“She’s probably going through a time where she wants to be with her mom. Pretty much all kids go through it, including a certain mommas boy sulking on the couch.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. When you get sick now you’re all stuffy on the phone like ‘mom my head hurts’ or ‘can you give Y/N the recipe for the soup I like?’,” you tease imitating his voice and making him roll his eyes as he chuckles.

“But seriously though, Noelle loves you. I’m sure once she gets used to you being home again, she’ll be back to her old ways.”

Arms now draped across his chest, you lean down kissing his cheek before resting your head close to his neck. “Hey, I think I know what’ll make you feel better.”

“Hmm?”

“How about I make you a bath with that soap you like and those bath salts you say make your skin feel soft?,” you smile fiddling with the chain around his neck. “How does that sound?”

“Very relaxing, but one thing though..” he pauses gently pulling on your arm so you’d join him on the couch sitting in his lap. “Will you be coming with that bath too?”

“I can if you want,” you giggle as his pink lips peck and graze your neck. “We gotta be quick though, there’s no telling when- Paul!” A short squeal leaves your mouth feeling strong arms suddenly lift you in the air.

“Shh, before you wake her up,” he smirks taking you down the hall and eventually your bedroom.

———

Peacefully lying in bed with sheets sprawled across his body, a light draft against his bare chest causes him to stir extending his arm to pull your body closer to his for warmth. However feeling nothing but more sheets, he cracks one eye open to find you gone and a beam of light from the hall shining through the cracked door.

As he sits up, he hears you frantically talking on the phone making him quickly slide out of bed following your voice to Noelle’s room.

“Hey what’s wrong?,” he asks seeing you close to tears gently bouncing the hazy eyed baby.

“I-I think she’s sick. I heard her coughing so I came to check on her and then when I picked her up she sweating and hot. Now she’s acting off and not really responding to her name or when I try to tickle her which isn’t usual-,”

“Baby breathe, okay?,” he says kissing your temple. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“And what if it’s not?! What if something’s going on that we don’t know and then-,”

“No don’t think like that. What did the nurse say?”

“She said that it sounded like she might have a cold and I could give her liquid Tylenol. To be safe though, she said I could bring her in tomorrow morning.”

Shifting their attention to the little girl in your arms, Paul takes her small hand in his softly smiling at her as you kiss the top of her head.

“You’re gonna get better baby girl, okay?” Hazel eyes on her father, her gaze doesn’t last long before she turns her head in the opposite direction making his smile fall. “Did you give her anything yet?”

“No not yet, I have a feeling I know how it’s gonna go though. Can you hold her for me?”

“Um yea...a-are you sure though? You know with how things were earlier?”

“And like I said earlier she doesn’t hate you,” you reply placing her in his arms. “Plus I don’t think she really cares who holds her right now.”

This was the first time since she was born he felt nervous holding Noelle. With how she had been acting as of late, he was afraid of doing anything that would make her start crying and thus, make her feel worse and you stress more.

“Okay sweetie, time to take your medicine,” you smile holding the small syringe near her lips. You couldn’t even release any in her mouth before she scrunched her face in disgust starting to whine and squirm in his arms. “I know, but you gotta take it so you’ll feel better.”

Trying to keep it close to her mouth, you manage to get the syringe in and squeeze the medicine out, but your daughter had other plans immediately spitting it back up all over her onesie and the upper part of Paul’s abdomen making you groan.

“Okay, um you stay here and I’ll go put some juice in a bottle and see if she’ll drink it mixed in or something,” you state wiping the medicine off both of them before leaving for the kitchen.

“Alright come on Noelle I know it tastes funny but you need it to get better,” Paul softly explains using his free hand to refill the syringe. He figured he’d probably get the same reaction, but he could at least try once to help out. “It’s like the Winnie the Pooh story we read that one time. Where he ate too much honey and the mommy kangaroo made him the soup to feel better? You probably don’t remember but trust me it was a good story.”

Looking up at Paul, she seemed so entranced by what he was saying he could easily stick the plastic in her mouth squeezing out the medicine before gently blowing on her face making her rapidly blink as she swallowed.

“And then she rubbed his tummy and sung the song that always makes Koo feel better,” he adds beginning to rock her. “Get well soon my Noelle, there’s better days for you. Get well soon my Noelle, always remember I love you. Of course her voice sounded better though.”

“Looks like someone doesn’t hate you anymore,” you smirk leaning against the doorframe.

“Or she’s just really calm since she’s sick.”

“You saw how she was when I tried. Yet when you gave it to her, it was like she was drinking from her bottle,” you giggle. “Why’d you blow on her face?”

“I was told it makes them swallow. I got it when I was in the hospital talking to a witness and saw a nurse do it giving some medicine to a baby.”

Slowly moving towards the crib, he attempts to reposition Noelle so she’d be easier to put down, but once she wasn’t able to feel his heartbeat, her eyes immediately open and head sits up as faint cries come from her mouth.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughs watching her calm down once placed back near his chest. “Guess she’s sleeping with us tonight?”

“It’s fine and probably best so we can keep an eye on her. Plus I know you don’t want to let her go.”

“Never,” he chuckles kissing her hand as her lips curl into a small smile.

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New Roommate

Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff, slight mentions of seggsy time

“We’re gonna have so much fun bubbas. We’re gonna go to the park, on hikes-oh! And the beach! I already know you’re gonna love it,” you beam rubbing noses with the two-month, blue nose pitbull who was trying to lick your face. “First though, I gotta get your dad on board.”

It’s not that your boyfriend didn’t want or like dogs. He always said how he’d love to have one someday when he was settled somewhere.

However that “somewhere” to Paul was a house with plenty yard space, an adequate amount of privacy, and maybe located in the suburbs. Not your recently renovated, two bedroom apartment you both just happened to move into about a month ago.

You made an agreement that you wouldn’t get any pets (well besides a fish, and a small one at that) to not risk messing anything up and having some sort of consequence, which would more than likely be in monetary form. Entranced by the short haired, too adorable for words pup though, you honestly could care less about the consequences.

Plus you just knew your little buddy wouldn’t cause any trouble. You could see that in his round, soft grey eyes.

“So, you’re gonna stay with your auntie Raye until I can work my charm on him okay?” The pup only tilts his head before letting out a small bark and making you pout as you hug him close. “I know but it’s only temporary. A night at most.”

Paul typically didn’t get home until later in the evening now that he was on a new case, so you had plenty of time to clean up any traces of dog left behind after Raye would leave and start cooking his favorite meal. As an added bonus, you also thought about your short, lilac, ruched number with spaghetti straps that always made his eyes light up when you wore it. He claimed it perfectly complimented your skin and made you look even more angelic as his hands always seemed to find your sides, the small of your back, or lower if you were right beside him (which of course you typically were).

However, hearing the familiar thud of boots journeying down the hall and rattling of keys, something told you that plan might not work now.

You quickly stand up, taking the probably confused puppy with you to the bathroom where you sit him in the empty tub, along with his new bone shaped chew toy, kneeling with a finger over your lips.

“Stay here and be really quiet okay?,” you whisper just as you hear the front door unlock. Quietly rushing to close the room door behind you, you muster your best ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ smile while you approached the tired looking man.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets, sweetly pecking your lips.

“Hey, you’re home early today.”

“Yea, we had a break in the case and went undercover to get the suspect which led to a chase, then a fight, and me having bruises forming as we speak.”

Dropping his bag by the dinner table, a sigh followed by a short wince leaves his mouth as he sinks into the leather couch cushions letting his head fall back and eyes close.

“Alright plan B it is,” you think to yourself moving behind him to gently massage his shoulders, occasionally letting your hands journey forward along his pecs giving them attention as well. Hearing a soft moan at his approaching relaxed state urges you to continue, knowing you’d soon have him exactly where you wanted.

“Aww I’m sorry babe. Where does it hurt?”

“My sides mostly, but my back a bit too.”

He helps you remove his fitted black shirt, a favorite of yours, letting out a short hiss from having to extend his sore muscles. Guiding him to lie down and placing one of the small throw pillows under his head, you straddle his lap letting your fingers drag along the red and light blue marks littering his sides.

“It doesn’t hurt when you breathe does it?”

“No.”

“What about this?,” you ask pressing down to feel him flinch under you.

“Ow! Babe-,”

“Sorry! Sorry just checking.” Watching him settle back into his comfortable position with arm draped over his forehead, you slowly bend forward, lips inches from his bruise looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. “And this?”

You feel his low chuckle vibrate his muscular upper body as your gentle, open mouthed kisses scatter from each injury to eventually find the spot just below his ear.

“I feel better already,” he smiles tilting your chin so your soft lips could meld with his. Kiss growing deeper with each passing second.

“Hooked like a fish,” you thought, lips never ceasing while being brought closer to his body as he sat up with hands squeezing your hips.

“Baby wait,” he states slightly leaning his head back and making you pout. “Let me go shower first. I’m sweaty and probably stink-,”

“What’s the point when you’re just gonna get sweaty again?,” you smirk taking his now red, fuller bottom lip between your teeth.

“All the more reason for you to join me then.” You can’t fully enjoy the combination of his tongue and lips on your neck from your brain hurriedly trying to figure out how to stop this man from finding your little surprise in the bathroom.

“Your, um..sides though! You know it’s gonna hurt trying to shower so just stay here with me.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me going in our bathroom?,” he asks detaching from your neck with one final bite to eye you suspiciously.

“No, of course not. I just missed you.” Batting your lashes, you nonchalantly let your nail trace a line from where his pendant sat down the middle of his abdomen and just above his buckle before he shifted, swiftly lying you on your back with one hand hooked under your knee bringing it around his waist.

Men. Always so easy.

Giggling as thumbs graze the lower band of your bra and lips return to their assault on your neck and collarbone, a high pitched bark along with scuffling makes you freeze as Paul lifts his head confused.

“You heard that right?”

“Y-Yeah. It’s probably from one of the neighbors. Speaking of dogs though-”

When the barks and scuffling become more frequent, you start to wonder if Raye would mind you staying the night since you’d surely need a place to stay with Paul being mad at you.

“Nah that sounds really close,” he replies unhooking your leg to go investigate for himself. The only thing you can do is sit and nervously wait for the inevitable hearing him open the bedroom door and eventually enter the bathroom. “Honey...!”

“Hmm?!,” you ask biting the corner of your lip, turning your head at the sound of Paul padding across the wooden floor holding the noisy pup.

“Mind telling me why this little guy was in our tub?”

“....Maybe he was a gift from the front office?,” you innocently shrug making him bring his free hand to his hip, sternly looking at you.

“Y/N...,”

“Alright. My coworker and I were bored one day and started looking through the pets the shelter had for adoption online and this little guy came across the screen and stole my heart.”

“Babe we talked about this. We can’t mess this place up.”

“I know and we won’t. Before you came home, we just hung out in here and he was so calm and sweet. Even in the tub he sat there like a good boy,” you smile standing up to scratch behind his ears making his tail wag against Paul’s side.

“That’s because he couldn’t get out since the tub is taller than him,” he retorts as you roll your eyes taking your new baby from his grasp.

“Cmon Paul look at this face and tell me you can say no.”

Holding the puppy at his eye level, there’s a few moments of silence as the two simply look at each other before the grey haired dog licks his cheek making him groan.

“You know I can’t say no. To either of you,” he softly smiles petting the short fur on his head. Seeing your pout as you bring your new friend next to your face, he lowly chuckles caressing your cheek as his lips find yours. “Alright he can stay.”

“Thank you!,” you excitedly squeal bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I already have the perfect name picked out.”

“What’s that?”

“Disco. After his dad,” you both laugh.

“Well, welcome to the family Disco,” he smiles taking him from your hands to place him on the floor where he began to sniff around getting acclimated to his new home. You’re caught off guard when you’re tossed over his broad shoulder, blood rushing to your head as you gently kick your legs laughing.

“Paul!”

“Disco, look after everything. Me and mom have some unfinished business,” he smirks closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

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Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff!

“Cmon baby girl please stop crying. She just left for a little while.”

Bouncing the fussy six month old, his pleads fall on deaf ears as her wails continue and seem to grow louder with each passing second. He tried using her favorite bear, her rattle, and play her favorite lullaby but nothing worked. She acted as if he was just showing her random items that were of no interest to her.

“Aww what’s wrong munchkin?,” you ask putting down your keys and purse before walking up to the both of them. “What did daddy do huh?”

“Nothing! I’ve tried her toys, food-,” he starts as he places her in your arms.

“Honey, relax I’m kidding. I know you didn’t do anything, Noelle’s probably just cranky.”

“Seems like she’s only cranky when I try to take care of her,” he mumbles sitting on the couch.

“That’s not true.”

Raising his brow, he reaches out to take Noel from your arms making the currently calm baby begin whining as soon as she felt space between the two of you.

“See?,” he counters returning her to your chest as she snuggles into your neck.

“She’s sleepy. Let me go put her down, you try to relax okay?” Watching you walk away while softly humming, he tried to reassure himself that it was in fact her sleepiness making her fussy and not that his own daughter hated him.

But thinking about the past couple weeks only made it more difficult to believe.

All throughout your pregnancy he was there talking and reading books to your stomach trying to bond with Noelle. When she was born, all she wanted to do, besides eat and sleep, was stare at her father and even flashed her first smile at him.

After returning from his recent three month undercover assignment though, all those memories seemed to go out the door. She treated him like he was a stranger and favored being with her mom over him. And when she was left with him, even for a few minutes, she’d squirm in his arms whining while trying to escape. It left him no choice but to either lie her on the blanket on the floor with her toys or place her in the bouncer.

Sighing, he flips through the channels eventually stopping on the news, but not really caring about anything the anchors had to say.

“Whatcha watching?,” you ask in a childlike tone entering the living room, slowly making your way towards the back of the couch.

“News,” he weakly smiles as your hands rest on his shoulders gently massaging the tense areas. Relaxing into your touch, he slowly exhales while his eyes close and head leans back hoping you never stop. “Noelle hates me.”

“No she doesn’t. Where did you get that from?”

“Her and how ever since I’ve gotten back she wants nothing to do with me.” Feeling your lips on his forehead, his eyes flutter open to your upside down sympathetic smile.

“She’s probably going through a time where she wants to be with her mom. Pretty much all kids go through it, including a certain mommas boy sulking on the couch.”

“Am not.”

“Are too. When you get sick now you’re all stuffy on the phone like ‘mom my head hurts’ or ‘can you give Y/N the recipe for the soup I like?’,” you tease imitating his voice and making him roll his eyes as he chuckles.

“But seriously though, Noelle loves you. I’m sure once she gets used to you being home again, she’ll be back to her old ways.”

Arms now draped across his chest, you lean down kissing his cheek before resting your head close to his neck. “Hey, I think I know what’ll make you feel better.”

“Hmm?”

“How about I make you a bath with that soap you like and those bath salts you say make your skin feel soft?,” you smile fiddling with the chain around his neck. “How does that sound?”

“Very relaxing, but one thing though..” he pauses gently pulling on your arm so you’d join him on the couch sitting in his lap. “Will you be coming with that bath too?”

“I can if you want,” you giggle as his pink lips peck and graze your neck. “We gotta be quick though, there’s no telling when- Paul!” A short squeal leaves your mouth feeling strong arms suddenly lift you in the air.

“Shh, before you wake her up,” he smirks taking you down the hall and eventually your bedroom.

———

Peacefully lying in bed with sheets sprawled across his body, a light draft against his bare chest causes him to stir extending his arm to pull your body closer to his for warmth. However feeling nothing but more sheets, he cracks one eye open to find you gone and a beam of light from the hall shining through the cracked door.

As he sits up, he hears you frantically talking on the phone making him quickly slide out of bed following your voice to Noelle’s room.

“Hey what’s wrong?,” he asks seeing you close to tears gently bouncing the hazy eyed baby.

“I-I think she’s sick. I heard her coughing so I came to check on her and then when I picked her up she sweating and hot. Now she’s acting off and not really responding to her name or when I try to tickle her which isn’t usual-,”

“Baby breathe, okay?,” he says kissing your temple. “Everything’s gonna be fine.”

“And what if it’s not?! What if something’s going on that we don’t know and then-,”

“No don’t think like that. What did the nurse say?”

“She said that it sounded like she might have a cold and I could give her liquid Tylenol. To be safe though, she said I could bring her in tomorrow morning.”

Shifting their attention to the little girl in your arms, Paul takes her small hand in his softly smiling at her as you kiss the top of her head.

“You’re gonna get better baby girl, okay?” Hazel eyes on her father, her gaze doesn’t last long before she turns her head in the opposite direction making his smile fall. “Did you give her anything yet?”

“No not yet, I have a feeling I know how it’s gonna go though. Can you hold her for me?”

“Um yea...a-are you sure though? You know with how things were earlier?”

“And like I said earlier she doesn’t hate you,” you reply placing her in his arms. “Plus I don’t think she really cares who holds her right now.”

This was the first time since she was born he felt nervous holding Noelle. With how she had been acting as of late, he was afraid of doing anything that would make her start crying and thus, make her feel worse and you stress more.

“Okay sweetie, time to take your medicine,” you smile holding the small syringe near her lips. You couldn’t even release any in her mouth before she scrunched her face in disgust starting to whine and squirm in his arms. “I know, but you gotta take it so you’ll feel better.”

Trying to keep it close to her mouth, you manage to get the syringe in and squeeze the medicine out, but your daughter had other plans immediately spitting it back up all over her onesie and the upper part of Paul’s abdomen making you groan.

“Okay, um you stay here and I’ll go put some juice in a bottle and see if she’ll drink it mixed in or something,” you state wiping the medicine off both of them before leaving for the kitchen.

“Alright come on Noelle I know it tastes funny but you need it to get better,” Paul softly explains using his free hand to refill the syringe. He figured he’d probably get the same reaction, but he could at least try once to help out. “It’s like the Winnie the Pooh story we read that one time. Where he ate too much honey and the mommy kangaroo made him the soup to feel better? You probably don’t remember but trust me it was a good story.”

Looking up at Paul, she seemed so entranced by what he was saying he could easily stick the plastic in her mouth squeezing out the medicine before gently blowing on her face making her rapidly blink as she swallowed.

“And then she rubbed his tummy and sung the song that always makes Koo feel better,” he adds beginning to rock her. “Get well soon my Noelle, there’s better days for you. Get well soon my Noelle, always remember I love you. Of course her voice sounded better though.”

“Looks like someone doesn’t hate you anymore,” you smirk leaning against the doorframe.

“Or she’s just really calm since she’s sick.”

“You saw how she was when I tried. Yet when you gave it to her, it was like she was drinking from her bottle,” you giggle. “Why’d you blow on her face?”

“I was told it makes them swallow. I got it when I was in the hospital talking to a witness and saw a nurse do it giving some medicine to a baby.”

Slowly moving towards the crib, he attempts to reposition Noelle so she’d be easier to put down, but once she wasn’t able to feel his heartbeat, her eyes immediately open and head sits up as faint cries come from her mouth.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he laughs watching her calm down once placed back near his chest. “Guess she’s sleeping with us tonight?”

“It’s fine and probably best so we can keep an eye on her. Plus I know you don’t want to let her go.”

“Never,” he chuckles kissing her hand as her lips curl into a small smile.

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