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youremyonlyhope · 3 years
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Watching Hamilton
Eliza: I raise funds in DC for the Washington Monument. I speak out against slavery.
My mom: Wait, so she was against slavery?
Me: Yes.
Mom: ...AFTER letting slaves build the Monument?
Me: ...Okay yes.
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Infinity Chapter 5: IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS FOREVER
Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.
Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swear words here and there
Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.
Chapter 5: Basically Row's and Piper's first day on their own, narrative shifting from normal to Row's inner train of thought.
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Throughout his life, Row would regularly look back with infinite fondness and amusement at the first day he spent on his own with his daughter.
But today, as both him and his week old infant cried in each other's ears, he didn't think either of them would make it through another 24 hours, let alone long enough to look back and laugh at it.
He thought he wouldn't get to the end of the parenting book he was with at the moment with his sanity intact.
He had read many books that contradicted each other. And this one was no exception.
Some said to follow a feeding schedule.
Others to do so whenever she'd demanded it.
Some said that bathing was bad for the umbilical cord.
Some others recommend to rub it with alcohol to help it fall early.
And others said not to touch it. To simply leave it alone.
Then there was Callie and her usual phrase echoing on his head "The best thing is to follow your instincts".
But that didn't help a damn either cause his instinct was messed up.
He had also read somewhere that sharing bed was good at the beginning. That it helped preventing SIDS.
Then on the next book, that sharing room was fine at first, but that bed was a risk factor in SIDS.
But hold on.
What the hell was SIDS?
They mentioned it everywhere. He went through all the pages until he found it, only to be left breathless when finding out what what it stood for:
Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
Whose exact cause was still unknown , and although there were some preventive stuff to do -on which, by the way, all the bloody books differed- there was nothing 100% safe.
So, they meant his little Piper could just fucking die for no goddamn reason, and he wouldn't be able to do nothing about it? What the fuck! It wasn't fair!
So he found himself on the phone, dialing the number he always recurred to in times of trouble.
"I think I broke her, mom" he said as soon as he heard her pick up.
"You can't break a person, Row"
"Well, there's a first time for everything."
"Don't be overdramatic. You didn't expect it to be easy, did ya? Or you thought she was gonna be like a doll, huh? Like those that have a switch for when you get tired of playing house?"
"No but I didn't think... I mean she was much quieter in the hospital."
"Well, darling, she must have sensed the move or something."
"You mean she doesn't like my place?"
"No, you silly. Although there's room for improvement in the style... But that's not the point. She just needs time to get used to it. Also I bet she can sense your unease."
"Uh?"
"Babies have this sixth sense when it comes to the emotions of those around them. Specially mother's... Or well, in this case, you. So if she senses you're frustrated, she'll get more distressed."
"Oh." was all he could say.
"Where is she now?"
"She's right..." He looked down at the bundle he had been holding and rocking only to realize it was a bunch of dirty clothes.
Where was she? Had he lost his daughter after 5 hours? Fuck! Fucking idiot
For a moment, he forgot where he had put her and a million terrifying thoughts flashed on his head.
She wasn't crying at the moment.
And that was good.
Right?
Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the worst thing.
Maybe one of the pillows on the sofa had fallen over her and suffocated her.
Or maybe he had mistaken her for a dirty bundle of clothes and put her in the laundry and...
"Rowan?"
"She's asleep on the bed." He suddenly remembered, peering at his bedroom to check he was right. He was. She was asleep, right in the middle of the mattress, exactly where he had placed her 10 minutes earlier.
"Then take this chance and sleep. You're good at sleeping."
It was definitely a good idea. So he hung up and tiptoed to the bedroom. He reached the bed and froze, trying to think of a way of climbing in without startling her awake.
Maybe the matress sinking at his weight woke her up. And if he got past that, perhaps if he dared to move or rolled in his sleep, he'd wake her up... Or worst; he had heard about the hundreds of kids that died overnight suffocated by their parents.
No. He decided he couldn't sleep with her.
So he got the bunch of dirty clothes and laid on the floor besides the bed, using the bundle as a pillow. He fell right off to sleep.
He woke up four hours later, and the room was still silent.
Shouldn't she need something? Shouldn't she have woken me up?
Once again, a feeling of fear invaded him as he jumped to his feet, and put a small mirror in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing.
She was.
He sighed with relief and pecked her forehead before tiptoeing out.
He decided to make a sandwich or something, cause his stomach was roaring. Halfway through eating it, he ran his eyes through the parenting book he had left opened on the counter:
<<If your baby sleeps 4 straight hours or more wake them up for a feed; otherwise they could become dihydrated...>>
Fuck. She had been dozing for 4 hours and 20 minutes.
So he hurried into the bedroom, and leaned over the tiny bundle, a smile escaping his lips. She did know how to sleep after all. And she looked like an angel. So peaceful. Calm. It almost hurt him to disturb her. But he had to.
"Hey lil'raisin. C'mon, it's snack time" he said, gently lifting her up. "Hey, lovie. Wake up" he knew one thing he shouldn't do under any circumstances: shake her. Or make harsh movements. As that would lead to Major Danger #2:
Shaken Baby Syndrome. And that was under his control.
So he blew on her cheek instead and got her to open her eyes "Hey, Sleeping Gorgeous" he greeted, holding her up so they were face to face.
She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and something inside him melted.  
Perhaps she had finally settled. Maybe now they were both fresh and rested she'd go easy on him. He could do this.
But then her face scrunched up and she whined.
"Oh no, no, no, baby, what is it? Don't cry. Don't cry. C'mon." Then he felt a warm liquid on his hand. "Okay, okay, message received. Let's do this"
He got a towel and unswaddled her, hoping he'd be able to remember how it was done afterwards and praying for it only being number one. It was, but he hadn't folded the nappy correctly and it had leaked all over the onesie, the blanket and... His duvet.  Goddamn it.
He sighed. If he kept calm, she'd sense it. "Okay, me darl. Shh. Hold on a second.  Where... Where've I left the nappies? Where?" He looked around the room but no sight of the pack. Shit. Last time he had changed her in the living room? So it had to be there. "Okay, hang on a minute sweets. I'll be right back" he ran out to get the pack, as the wailing got louder.
"Alright. Alright. I've got it, I've got it. I'm here. Hush" he managed to do it surprisingly fast and without new incidents. "Alright, alright. Almost done. C'mere." He lifted her up, checking the nappy was properly sealed, and went to the kitchen area where he had left the last clean onesie.
On his way, he found the pinky he had been looking for earlier as well "Hey look at this. Here it was." he washed it with water and put it in her open mouth. She began to suck instinctively, calming down.
Thank. Fucking. Goodness.
He sighed in relief.
He could do this.
He laid her down in the kitchen counter, so he could wash his hands, throw his wee stained t-shirt to the washer and unfold the onesie. She squirmed a little, but kept quiet.
"Alright, let's put this on you. Please don't squirm too much, darling. I don't want to hurt you." he pleaded.
"Okay, it's all done" he announced 10 minutes later, when he finally managed to button up all the miniscule buttons on the onesie. Bloody miniscule buttons made for small mothers' hands.
"What's next? Oh yes, bottle. Alright. Coming right up"
Just when he had put the bottle to warm up, she spit the pinky, and began fussing. "Hey, love , here" he put it back, but she spit again. "You ain't buying it, are you? You're hungry, and the pinky isn't fooling you." He chuckled "Clever girl. Alright, it's almost done so don't worry, okay? It's almost there" he took her back into his arms, and paced around until the microwave beeped.
He made a mental note to never again waking her up before the bottle was done.
Never again.
"Okay Princess. Here's your cocktail, made with love." he announced, as he carried her to the couch and sat down, propping her up and watching as she immediately sucked into the nipple, face relaxing instantly.
"Yea, you were hungry right? That's what happens when you sleep through lunch time. I hope you've learned your lesson, and that next time, you let me know alright?" He grinned, as a hand closed around his hair.
But she suddenly pulled away from the nipple and began to  fuss again, halfway through the bottle "What? That's all? You're done? So much impatience for half a bottle? No, you've gotta keep going. C'mon" he offered the nipple, and she rejected it, hand pulling his hair
"Ow! Ow! Pips, no honey. Let go. C'mon. C'mon dear, let go." he set the bottle aside and used his free hand to untangle hers from his hair. She cried louder. "Hey, okay, okay, you can pull my hair off if you keep quiet. Uh? Deal?" He got more cries in response. His face fell.
"But you never did this in hospital. You didn't give Daddy hell like this. Why now? Why do you do this when I'm all alone? Am I such a bad dad? I mean I'm following every step. I'm doing my best. Please give me a break" he pleaded, changing her to an upright position.
He was doing nothing wrong, was he? He was doing everything just like he had been taught in hospital.
Well except maybe...
He had an idea and laid her on the couch "Alright, shhh. Let's try this one" he said, unbuttoning her onesie again, -making a mental note to ask Len if he could get him some bigger ones that wouldn't take forever to deal with- and bringing her back to his chest. She instinctively snuggled up, and quieted within seconds at the contact of both their skins.
And he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. "So you just wanted this? Well you should've said so earlier." He did both, out of amusement and relief.
Fuck he had cried more these past 7 hours than in the entire last decade. It was ridiculous, really. That someone so little could have such a big effect on him.
"So, where were we hon?" He offered the bottle and this time she did latch, body glued to his, and grey piercing eyes looking right through him, as if she was staring at his soul, as if she was reminding him why he was doing all this. And all the  worries that had crowed him until that moment, just disappeared.
I can do this.
He didn't detach her from his chest for the rest of the day, as that seemed to keep her at peace and he didn't mind it. Rather enjoyed it.
So he changed his peed sheets and threw the nappy away, made himself some coffee and broke the mug in the process, as he struggled to do the whole thing with one hand. Then he had to pick it up and cut himself off with one of the shattered pieces.  However, he didn't mind: it was worth it as long as she remained undisturbed.
"Are you two better?" Mom asked when she called in the evening.
"Yes, yes. We're... We're alright. Got the ultimate trick. I think we came to an understanding."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Where is she, by the way?"
"Right here." he pressed his lips on the top of her head, rested on his shoulder.
"Has she eaten properly?'
"Aye. Then spat some of it on me and... Yea. I think she's good." she had finished both bottles fairly quickly.
"And you? How are you eating?"
"Managed to eat half a sandwich. So not too bad."
"Finish it."
"I'm fine, mother."
"Row by neglecting yourself you're putting her in danger too. So eat properly and stay sane for the sake of you both, okay?"
He sighed. "Alright. I'll finish the stupid sandwich."
"And eat some food or whatever. Vitamins."
"Shit, this is like being 10 again."
They hung up and Row did as told, in spite of himself. Mom had a point.
So he finished the sandwich and grabbed an apple, eating it in bites, chewing it slowly and as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb his daughter.
Damn it was cold. He'd have to turn the heat on, which he never did cause the bill afterwards was terrifying. But hell, both of them were half naked in February. And he had already spent a fortune on that prune sized person, might as well keep her alive and warm.
Then he laid down with her cuddled on his bare chest as she breathed in uneven, scary patterns, which Callie had told him were normal.
And soon, he found they were breathing in sync, every breath he took was three of hers. Or 5. Or none.
But it was normal, he reminded himself. Her breathing system has to develop still. She's fine.
He was exhausted, but completely wakeful at the same time, cause he was hypnotized by the sight of his little sleeping prune.
Like he would be countless nights in the future.
Because there was no better remedy for panic, no better way to put his thoughts in order and make him feel the strongest, happiest man on Earth than the sight of his daughter sleeping.
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As always, a big Heya to my only reader friend, @definitely-darcy. As you know I'm nervous about this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. So I hope you like It.
Xx ~Pookie
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