#s:kinn

KJ swore he was going to break that damn baby monitor. Maybe he'd throw it out the apartment window and pray that it got run over by a car on the street below if the fall didn't break its sad existence first. Rolling over in his cocoon of blankets, KJ shook Quinn's shoulder, "Quinn, Quuuuuiiiinnnn." However, it seemed his boyfriend was even less inclined to deal with it because all he got in return was an annoyed, "it's your turn to get the baby." KJ was beginning to regret agreeing to this baby sitting gig for the weekend.  “You’re useless,” KJ groaned before throwing his blankets onto the other and begrudgingly hauling himself from their king size bed - one of the conditions they’d set before moving in together. It was either that or sleeping in different rooms. Blanket hog and bed hog respectively be damned, they were sleeping in the same freaking bed. KJ had happily forked over the money. 

Sleepily dragging his feet to the other room where the offending human was, KJ hunched over the bassinet. “What do you want, hmmm, satan spawn?” he asked, ignoring the fact the the tiny thing could not, and would not, answer him. Still, the baby continued to cry. “That’s a mood,” he said before picking her up and rocking the child in his arms. “Shhh, it’s okay. We’re gonna figure out what’s wrong so your uncle KJ can sleep,” he continued to talk sleepily. He hesitantly sniffed it’s diaper, sighing in relief when the baby was still clean. Not something he was prepared to deal with at three in the morning. 

“It’s okay, I cry too when I’m hungry,” he laughed quietly, ultimately deciding that, that must be the case. Luckily they had pre-prepared bottles in the fridge. Setting her back in the crib briefly he set out to warm up her meal. Upon returning he took the baby once more before settling in the chair they’d temporarily moved there for the sake of convenience. KJ couldn’t help but smile when it quieted almost instantly distracted by the bottle. “You’re kind of cute when you’re not making my ears bleed,” he said, watching the infant suckle.

Finally, after burping the baby and setting her back in the crib, all the meanwhile humming a quiet song, the tiny thing fell asleep again. “Maybe having a baby wouldn’t be so bad,” KJ mused, softly poking her on the cheek and laughing. “I wonder what Uncle Quinn would think of that. What about you? Do you want a cousin, satan spawn?” He asked, thinking about the look Quinn would give him if he brought it up. “Sweet dreams little one.”

KJ stood up and left, closing the door to the room quietly, meandering back to his own. Slipping back under the covers and snuggling close to Quinn, a sly thought crossed his mind. Simultaneously, KJ slipped his cold hands under the back of Quinn’s shirt while sticking his equally chilly feet on Quinn’s legs. “Revenge!” KJ laughed, pulling the other closer to him under the blankets.