#father!ej

He doesn't understand the concept of time so he thinks his dad just disappeared :(

Reader: Desperately trying to find Elijah; "Eli, kiddo? Where are ya? It's time for you to take your nap."

Elijah: Staring at the front door with tears in his eyes

He's tired, he misses his dad, and he has no idea where his dad could have possibly went

Reader ends up finding him, because Elijah would paw at the door (Kinda like a dog or cat waiting for its human to arrive)

Elijah: Sniffing and pawing at the door "Pa :("

He ends up quite literally crying himself to sleep while reader rocks him in their arms, trying to calm him down

And when EJ finally comes back home, Elijah is skeptical as EJ has been gone for such a long time (In Elijahs eyes at least) and Elijah is lowkey is convinced his dad got replaced by some alien or something;

Elijah: Sniffing EJ skeptically "Pa?"

Jack: Picking Elijah up carefully "Mhm, Its pa."

Elijah: ":0 !!! PA!"

I love your requests so much you have SUCH a good eye for prompts, you’re the one RUNNING the Father!EJ series 🫶🏻

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One thing you had to get used to when dating Jack was the fact that there were times where he was gone for days. You knew he didn’t eat normally per-se, and you also knew it wasn’t the most ethically sourced so of course he couldn’t get it in town. Not without putting your little family at risk.

That didn’t make it too much easier though. Not when you would faintly smell him on the empty side of the bed, not when you sometimes call out to him out of habit, and definitely not when your son missed him.

Its late, around 10pm and your gliding from room to room trying to find your kid— i mean he’s only so big so he couldn’t have gone far, but for some reason you couldn’t find him.

“Eli?” You call out, padding to the living room before pausing in the doorway.

Found him.

There he was, standing right at the door with fat tears welled up in his eyes. He was gazing up at the doorknob, gently swiping at the door, ears pinned to his head and his tail swishing behind him, “papa…” it comes out soft.

Your eyes soften as you take in the site. This. Is what hurt the most sometimes. Jack had been gone for a little less than a week at that point.

“Baby..” you walk over and scoop him up into your arms, using your free hand to gently wipe away the tears that had fallen. “Papa will be back soon, alright?”

You bring him to his room, sitting down in a chair Jack had gotten and placed at his bedside for times like this. “You know papa has to go get his food and sometimes it just…” you hesitate, wondering how to word it for a child brain, “Sometimes he just needs to take a little road trip to get his food, but thats alright! He’ll always come back though!”

You try to cheer him up, gently rocking him back and forth in the chair. That night was filled with nothing but quiet crying and sniffling which finally fell into silence as Elijah drifts off to sleep.

Not even a full day later, you’re sitting with him in the living room, lego blocks that Jack had procured from somewhere scattered all over the carpet. Soft giggles echo through the cabin, which was cut abruptly short by the front door swinging open and Jack stepping inside.

Elijah shakily jumps to his feet, swaying a little as he catches his balance. He looks up at Jack with curious glossy eyes. Slowly taking a couple steps back, he grips onto your shirt, gazing back over at Jack with hesitancy in his eyes.

He looked the man in the doorway up and down, ears pinned to his head and lip quivering.

Jack cocks his head to the side, slinging the bag from over his shoulder and setting it to the side before holding his arms out.

“Pa…?” Elijah mumbles out shyly, letting his hand drop from your shirt before taking a couple steps foreword. Jack slides off his mask, shooting his son a little crooked grin.

“Mhm… it’s Pa, my little spawn.” Elijahs eyes light up, tail rapidly waving behind him as he trots up to Jack with his arms waving up in the air.

A bottle falls off the table spooking Elijah slightly: "Jack, I want that thing annihilated." They pause "Immediately"

Elijah ends up being either in Jack or readers arms at all times as reader gets very, very nervous about the fact that they live in the middle of nowhere with murderers surrounding them (Who wouldn't)

One of the other pastas could visit because they have to tell Jack something and readers just, sitting on the couch, holding Elijah with a thousand yard stare.

"If you wake my son up, you'll be dead by dawn."

"????"

"If you make him cry, it'll be slow."

"Jack, why are they like this??"

-🦠

It was a tiring day. Tiring for the both of you. Elijah had been up for countless nights, his gargled cries echoing through the quiet cabin whenever you even thought of closing your eyes. It didn’t help that the two of you believe he’s having night terrors, sleeping peacefully one moment before jolting awake the next, thrashing in his crib and wailing.

You wanted to take him to the doctor, you knew this wasn’t normal. Every cry that he let out pained you to hear, but Jack reeled you back. It’s okay, he says. He’s trying to get used to not being snug and warm in your womb anymore.

It was maybe noon, you weren’t too sure at the moment. With the lack of a stable sleep schedule, the time kinda blurs just a little. For the first time in god knows how long, Elijah was sound asleep curled up in your arms.

You had sat down on the couch cradling your son after finally getting him to quiet down. His hair was ruffled, mouth dropped open and drooling— but he was asleep.

You slowly turn your head to look over at Jack, who had been perched on a chair in the kitchen doorway, kidney in hand. Shooting him a tired grin, you slowly lay back against the couch.

A couple minutes of silence.

It gave you time to think. You knew Jack would keep you two safe with his life, but sometimes you were afraid. What happens if you’re alone? If you’re alone with your son and someone you aren’t too familiar with comes by to see Jack? You’re sure not everyone is as polite as the normal people who drop by.

Jack rises from the chair, bumping into the table. You can feel your entire body tense up as one of the soda bottles you had clattered to the floor.

“Jack.” You hiss out, looking down at Elijah praying to everyone that it didn’t phase him. He had shifted, letting out a soft whine before slowly sinking back into your arms.

“Throw it away- fucking burn it get rid of it.” You growl out, slowly relaxing back into the couch. Before Jack could even react, the door slams open and heavy footsteps circle around the couch.

“Hey EJ-“ you cut them off with a loud shhh.

“If you wake my baby up i swear on everything i cherish that you will be dead by dawn, before the sun even gets a chance to rise.” You say blankly, slowly turning to face the intruder— who turned out to be Masky. You didn’t even look angry, the look in your eyes it was.. distant.

The Proxy looks almost off-put, looking over at Jack with a ‘is she okay?’ Look. Elijah shifts in your arms, stretching out across your lap only half asleep at this point.

Your gaze darkens, “I swear to God if you make him cry i will make it slow and painful, you will be the one who babysits him and you will be putting him back to sleep. Let me tell you, it is NOT an easy task.”

Masky takes a couple steps back, hands in the air in a faux surrender before turning to Jack, “Boss man wants to talk to you…” he glances back at you wearily, making his way towards the door, “and good luck.”