hi sunshine for a fluffy request what about reader and Urban babysitting together?
Hope - Urban Wyatt
Context: You and Urban watch baby Hope.
Warnings: none
Pairings: Urban Wyatt X Fem!Reader
A/N: I just wanna say, I’m an advocate of FTK.
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“So, this is Hope.” The older lady thrust the baby towards Urban, forcing him to awkwardly hold the child.
“Thank you so much, seriously. My husband and I haven’t been able to get a night alone to ourselves since having our precious baby girl.” The woman cooed, looking up at her husband dearly.
“Yeah, we can finally get sometime to ourselves. I can do that thing you like~” The both of them chuckled at the husband’s comment, you and Urban watching as they walked away.
“Oh! Oh! She’s teething! I left some medicine in her bag. Oh! And I packed some extra clothes! And-“
“Honey, I’m pretty sure they’ll figure it out. Thank you!” And with that the couple was down the hall and into the elevator, making you and Urban look between one another and the small child.
“They’re a little special..” Urban spoke with his eyebrow raised.
“Yeah… didn’t see that one coming.” You got out before Hope started crying, opting for the both of you to bring her inside your apartment.
You had often witnessed your neighbors struggling with their newborn baby. From the copious amounts of baby groceries they brought in every week, to the dark bags under Mr. Santonio’s eyes.
You’d assumed that Ms. Hope was their first baby, and from the looks of them rushing down the hall to the elevator, your assumptions were correct.
“It’s okay Hope, all is okay!” You cooed, taking her from Urban and rubbing her back. Her cries began to soften, her chubby body laying forward on your shoulder. Urban moved to set up the television with baby entertainment, Hope’s overnight bag at your feet. You plopped on the sofa and laid her on your lap, tickling her belly. The cries of laughter she let out were absolutely adorable, making Urban watch you from his spot by the television.
“Damn ma, with the way your acting with Hope, got me wanting to put a baby in you.” Urban spoke, making you do a double-take.
“Mm, no. Nope. Hell no.” You immediately announced.
“Why not? I’d love to see you swollen with my kid inside of you.”
“In this economy? Fuck no.” You laughed, the laughter dying down as you looked at Urban’s face.
“Not that I wouldn’t want to have kids with you Urby, I’d love to. But we’re still so young, and you just started your career. A child is gonna hinder that. And no offense, I don’t want to raise a kid on my own.”
“That’s fair ma.” He responded, plopping down next to you. By that point you’d stood Hope up on your thighs, her tiny hands holding onto your fingers. She immediately looked at Urban, eyes lighting up with joy as she leaned toward him.
“Looks like she likes you.” You spoke as you passed her over to him, watching as he held the child close to his chest. She looked up at him and began to babble, laughing as she look a clump of hair between her tiny fingers and pulled.
“I beg to differ.” You both laughed, laughing harder when Hope began to laugh with you.
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The moon had settled in the sky, and Hope was already fed, burped, and changed into a fresh pair of jammies and diaper. Yet, with all of this, her cries echoed throughout the room.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with her.” You spoke, patting her back as you paced around your bedroom.
“Didn’t they say that she was teething?” Urban asked, searching through the diaper bag. He found a teething ring, chilled with handles. He passed it to you, to which Hope took immediately as you sat down, rubbing her sore gums on the chilled ring. He dug further through the bag, noting the medicine they’d left. He brought it over and sat next to you, immediately taking the small syringe to Hope's mouth, watching as she lapped at the sticky, cherry-flavored substance. Within the next half an hour, she had calmed down.
“Will you be okay if I take a shower?” You asked Urban in a hushed voice, passing the small child over to him. He nodded his head, leaning against the headboard with Hope resting on his clothed chest.
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It wasn’t long before you were out the shower, towel wrapped around your steaming body. You walked back into your bedroom, letting out a soft chuckle as you looked at the scene before you.
Urban and Hope were both asleep, the small child clinging to Urban’s chest. You grabbed your phone from the bedside table, snapping a few photos before the doorbell rang. Quickly changing to your robe, you shuffled over to the door, the Santonio’s smiling at you.
“Sorry, we’re a little late.” Mrs. Santonio spoke, a soft smile on her face. “We got a little carried away. Is Hope ready to go?” She slightly looked past you for any signs of her baby. Her eyes held a tinge of sadness as if she didn’t want the night to end. It was then an idea popped into your head.
“She’s actually asleep in my bedroom. How about we keep her, and you two enjoy the rest of your night?” You wiggled your eyebrows towards the end, smiling as the husband let out a small laugh.
“Are you sure? You don’t have to, we can-“
“It’s fine. Besides, I wouldn’t want to wake her up. She was a little fussy before she went down.”
“Thank you so much hun! We can pay you double as a thank you-“
“Don’t worry about it. You both look like you need the break.” You spoke, smiling softly.
“It’s that bad?” The wife looked down, her husband rubbing her shoulders. “It’s just that, Hope is our first, and it’s been extremely hard. And our families do what they can, but we just don’t want to bother them with our troubles.”
“Even though we should.” Mr. Santonio spoke, not without his wife elbowing him in the side.
“It’s okay. I understand. Sometimes it can be hard to ask for help, especially when you’re not used to it.” Mrs. Santonio smiled at the comment, nodding her heard. “We’ll keep her until the morning. I’ll call you both before we drop her back off.”
“Thank you so much dear.” Mrs. Santonio spoke, and you could have sworn you seen tears in her eyes.
“Of course. Now go! Have a goodnight!” You spoke, watching as they waved goodbye and moved down the hallway to return to their apartment.
You shut the door softly, returning to the bedroom where you found Urban awake, rubbing Hope’s back.
“Did they leave?” Urban whispered, eyeing the little girl on top of his chest.
“Yeah, I told them we’d hold Hope the night. Mrs. Santonio looked so happy.” You responded, putting on one of Urban’s oversized shirts and a pair of underwear. You slid into the bed next to him, him placing Hope gently in between the two of you. You leaned over and kissed his lips, moaning softly into the kiss.
“You’d make a great dad Urby.” You announced, stroking his cheek softly.
“Yeah?” He asked, smiling as he looked at you.
“Yeah.. seeing you catering to Hope.. gosh it was so cute.”
“Well just know in the future that when, or if we have kids, I’d give all my love to them.”
“And what about me?” You asked, laughing softly as you raised your eyebrows.
“I’d love you just as much.” He spoke, pecking your lips.
“I love you Urby.”
“I love you too Y/N.”
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