Inspiration Saturday!
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Finally got around to making a moodboard for Single Dads AU so I have something to post today!! And please enjoy a cute scene with Buck and his girls first thing in the morning
Today, Buck’s 27 years old, a firefighter for the LAFD, and has managed to guide his daughters through their lives without too many major incidents. Carrie’s 7 and doing well in school. He’s on the PTA and is very involved in the school’s community. Lily’s 5 and today’s her first day at school.
Shit. It’s Lily’s first day. It’s 7am and Buck hasn’t even gotten out of bed yet, much less roused the girls, both of whom are notoriously not morning people. It’s with a slight sense of panic that Buck launches himself out of bed and hurriedly throws on his uniform.
He shares a wall with the girls’ bedroom, so he raps his knuckles sharply, right where he knows their bunk bed sits, just like he does every morning, before leaving his room and striding to their door.
Buck opens the door slowly, eyeing the two lumpy forms under the mountains of blankets. There’s no movement from either mound, save for the steady rise and fall as they breath, and Buck tiptoes forward, stretching up to run his fingers through the long, blonde curls splayed over the pillow on the top bunk.
“Carrie,” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss into his daughter’s hair. “Wake up sweetheart, it’s time for school.”
Carrie turns away from Buck with a grumble that sounds suspiciously like “go away,” and pulls the blankets over her head. Buck chuckles, Sarah used to be exactly the same in the mornings, completely unable to face the world unless she’d had a cup of coffee, which she’d consume at the table with a frown, practically growling at Buck whenever he’d try talk to her.
Unfortunately, Carrie’s too young for coffee, so Buck just has to face the wrath of a cranky 7-year-old until she’s eaten breakfast.
“Hey, come on, we’re going to be late,” Buck continues, poking Carrie in the back until she giggles, twisting away from his fingers. “Good morning,” he grins when she finally sits up and turns to him, her face rosy with sleep and her hair haloing her head in a bird’s nest of blonde.
“Don’t wanna get up,” Carrie mutters as she leans forward, resting her head on his shoulder. Buck tuts sympathetically as he rubs her back before scooping her into his arms and pulling her off the bed.
“I know you don’t,” he says as he rocks her back and forth, holding her like a baby, “But it’s your sister’s first day of school and we really, really gotta get ready.”
Buck set’s Carrie on the ground and pats her back, gently encouraging her forwards. “I’ll be in to fix you breakfast in a second, go hop in the shower.”
He watches fondly as Carrie shuffles from the room, rubbing her eyes sleepily, before turning to his youngest. Somehow, Lily’s still passed out on the lower bunk. Her ability to sleep through absolutely anything will never cease to amaze Buck. He reckons it’s likely due to having a boisterous older sister and needing to sleep in loud environments when Buck was floating from job to job when she was little. The girls at the bar he’d worked at had absolutely loved seeing her strapped to his chest, earmuffs on and drooling a wet patch into his shirt as she slept, the rhythmic rocking of him shaking cocktails usually lulling her to sleep.
Buck kneels on the ground and carefully peels back her duvet, reaching out a finger to stroke along her nose, a trick that’s worked to wake her up ever since she was a baby.
“Lily, honey, it’s time to get up,” he whispers, “today’s your first day of school.”
Lily, much like her older sister, isn’t easily roused, and Buck ends up scooping her into his lap and cradling her warm, sleepy body against his chest. Usually, he’d rip back the covers and poke her until she woke up but today’s a special day and the last thing he wants is for her to wake up cranky. So, he settles himself in the relatively unused rocking chair in the corner of their room and whispers quietly in her ear as he rocks back and forth, until she’s sitting up in his lap and yawning widely, rubbing her eyes with the back of her fists.
“Got school?” Lily asks as she rests her head against Buck’s shoulder and tucks her feet up into his lap, curling into a tight little ball in his arms.
“Mmhmm,” Buck hums as he strokes a hand over her head, “you’re a big girl and get to go to school like Carrie today. Wanna pick out an outfit?”
Lily nods tiredly and hops off his lap, making her way over to the chest of drawers. “I wanna look pretty, Daddy,” she announces as she tugs open her drawer and starts sifting through all her clothes. Buck watches in amusement as she flings one shirt after the next onto the floor. He’s got half a mind to tell her to pick them up when she’s done but he’ll allow his baby one more morning of being little.
Eventually Lily turns to him with a pair of sparkly tights in one hand and her beloved butterfly shirt (complete with wings) in the other. “Can I wear this, please?” she asks, batting her eyelids at Buck. He’s not sure where she learned to do that but he’s a complete sucker for it and folds like a deckchair every time.
“Of course, baby, you’re gonna look beautiful,” he says, and he means it. She’s the most beautiful butterfly he’s ever seen.
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