Summary:
In both of their defenses, it wasn’t like they planned it.
Blame it on intern/R2’s brains on hour fourteen of their shift. Maybe Trinity had, the same urge to protect, god protect them that she’d had earlier that day with every other kid who ended up in this place as she sang a lullaby. Maybe it was all those farm nights, sleeping in Amy’s spare room and getting up to feed Theo a bottle. Wearing the pajamas of a dead man and holding his kid, Dennis remembered similar nights in Nebraska where everybody would pitch in with his nephew’s feedings while his sisters-in-law slept.
Maybe it was a lack of faith in the foster-care system. It wasn’t like Trinity would be able to make sure she was safe. Maybe Dennis over-empathised with whatever other soul was finding shelter in a hospital room.
But the point is, they’ve had Jane for a week.
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At the end of the day shift, Baby Jane Doe is still in Paeds. Turning around halfway down the highway, Dennis Whittaker makes an unlikely choice. Funnily enough, Trinity Santos is making the same one when he gets there.
Or: Dennis, Trinity, and a baby is three.
// shameless shameless me: third chapter of my whitsantos platonic co-parents fic is now up :)
Chapter 4 is now up! :)
