#dveon

David yawns as he sits up, eyes glancing over his pillow currently being ‘shared’. Shared more so in the term of slowly being taken over, as evident of the redheaded young adult currently curled up on the corner. The problem is Fritz’s mother should also be sleeping next to her son.

A moment passes to attempt and wake up before he looks over on his night stand. The one they agreed to hold Devon’s cradle on top of. To be close to his mother and his father.

Marilyn shushes the whining baby as colossal movement alerts the business man was awake, a massive hand capable of holding her and Fritz together with room to spare raising up at break-neck speeds, tiredly wiping at his face.

“Marilyn.”

“You sound so sexy half-asleep.”

The Irish woman laughs at the eyebrow wiggle given, attempting to keep herself from completely loosing it when Fritz shifts in his sleep, knowing his parents were flirting with him in the room. He quickly settles though as hazel eyes bigger than his head lock onto what his wife was doing. Correction, the little bundle of blankets she’s rocking.

“Did I wake him?” David breathes, nearly too quiet for even the human to hear.

“Of course not.”

A snort is made what seems like miles above her. “You sound so convincing half-asleep.”

“Not lying. And not half-asleep,” is stated, green eyes challenging her husband to debate against her.

He hasn’t said it out loud, but she knows full well about David being afraid of hurting Devon. The giant holds and carries Fritz everywhere, Marilyn as well though a slightly less amount. Their newest member has him stiff and unknowing what to do. Not to mention constantly trying to stay as far away as possible in fear him breathing will harm the week old newborn.

She understands it. He’s never even see a human baby. Interacted and held Caleb when the little boy was eight, but at least then he isn’t as small as Devon is now. Not even as big as his father’s eye.

She also understands David wants to help. Not only that but hold his son. He doesn’t ask to switch for twenty four hours, however, and he doesn’t trust himself with someone so small. It’s a battle the giant can’t win, and the pain is clear.

David clears his throat, glancing down at Fritz. “Well, no matter what, I’m sorry he’s constantly waking you up.”

“Let’s take a turn, then.”

It’s adorable how the intimidating business man who also happens to be a giant becomes frozen.

“Like, switch? Me human?”

“No, I mean take him.”

Devon is held out from his mother’s close embrace and immediately begins to wail, missing the warmth and protection.

“Marilyn!” rumbles through the air. And as David leans closer to tell his wife she better hold their son properly, green eyes snap open, leaving the giant frozen once more.

Then the baby coos happily, hitting the blankets as it stares up at the looming man.

And when there’s no reaction, those eyes identical to his mother and brother water.

“Devon.”

His son only begins to sob. And with Marilyn pointedly stating his taking the child, a finger appears beside the insignificant form.

A happy bubble doesn’t stop David from panicking. The baby, his baby, the one with brown hair just like his, he’s smaller than the pad of his finger. Marilyn and Fritz are vulnerable, but this? This isn’t right.

He’ll kill him by simply touching him. With a finger. Not pressing on the form, not pinching him between fingers, just touching Devon.

“Give me your hand.”

His wife gives a glare and the business man actually shakes as he lays his hand flat on the dresser. She walks on, and she puts Devon directly in the center of her husband’s palm.

And she walks off.

The baby squeals out of joy, able to feel the difference. One holds him close to a steady heart. Another pulses from a steady heart. It likes both. But this is a lot warmer.

David can only stare.

He’s not hurt. He’s not hurt. He’s fine, he’s fine.

“Pick him up.”

SHIT!

The giant nearly hyperventilates. Then, millimeter by millimeter, his hand lifts.

...he’s holding his son.

His child. Fritz is his son. He loves the redhead. But this is the first time he’s held Devon. Just, Devon.

David can’t help but hold his breath as he then lifts the child, his child, closer, staring at the tiny being. The center of his world.

No, that’s a lie. He’s missing two people.

The business man finds himself unable to look away from the baby, afraid a stray breeze will toss the boy away, hurt him, kill him. He doesn’t know how to get Devon back in his crib and have Marilyn and Fritz sleep on his chest like he’s missed- HE MEANS HASN’T MISSED!

“Okay.”

They’re okay. They’re okay! The baby seems to agree, hitting his blankets again and watching David intently.

And then Devon yawns.

“I love you so much.”

The barely visible head only leans into his finger tip, claiming he can sleep. That this is safe. At the hand of a giant.

Marilyn mutters sleepily as something carefully slides under her before lifting her up. She doesn’t wake up. No worry about Devon. She trusts David, even if he doesn’t trust himself.

And it wasn’t misplaced. After ten minutes of just watching his son to make sure he fell and stayed asleep, the baby was placed safely back in his crib. He will forever be unable to know how he did it, however.

Now David cups his wife to his chest as he gently snags Fritz, moving to lie on his back and depositing the humans over his heart. Both burry into his shirt, the young adult claiming his father’s finger as a hand lies over them like a blanket and slumbering on peacefully.