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Title: Baby's not in a corner, just in a basket.
Fandom: Simple Plan
Characters: Patrick Langlois/Sebastien Lefebvre/OFC
Prompt: 089 - Found
Word Count: 784
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Not mine.

“Patrick.”

“Sebastien.” Huff. Glare. Arms folded over chest.

“Patrick, just hear me out.”

“You can talk as much as you want, but we just can’t.”

“Why not? Just for a little while at least! Until they find out who-“

“No, Seb!” Fierce eyes meet pleading pupils. He didn’t mean to snap. “Look, I’m sorry but we jus-“

“Why? What are you so afraid of? It’s not like its death in a basket, or AIDS in a blanket. She’s a small, innocent being who did nothing to anyone. What’s so wrong with taking care of her while the services sort things out?”

“We’re two guys, what do we know about taking care of babies?”

“I have two younger sisters.”

“But this is a baby Seb! This isn’t just a sister that you hear crying. You can’t yell for your mom to make it better. If she cries, it’s up to us to make her stop. Do you know how to make a baby stop?” As if on cue, the small infant in the basket made herself known in the loudest of ways. Sebastien glared at Patrick challengingly and bent down, cradling her in his arms. “See? It’s not stopping!”

“She! She isn’t stopping. It’s like children scare you or something.”

“She can’t tell you what she needs, how are you supposed to take care of it?”

“For some it just comes naturally.” He rocked the baby softly.

“Well it doesn’t come to me.”

“Then I can help you.” Patrick sighed.

“Sebastien, you know you’re going to get attached and want to keep her.”

“So? You don’t believe in fate? I found her for a reason.” He placed his finger in the baby’s mouth and sighed when she stopped crying.

“Sebastien, fate’s a great thing to believe in. But logic is good too! What about when you go on tour? What are you going to tell people? Seb, are you listening to me?” Patrick sighed; watching his boyfriend coo at the little baby in his arm and watching the baby coo right back at him. Damn it all. “Seb…”

“I’ll take care of her. You won’t have to do anything. I’ll feed her and bathe her and teach her how to read and name her and I’ll calm her down when she’s crying in the middle of the night. If you just don’t want to have a responsibility, then that’s fine. I’ll take all of it. Patrick, please.” Patrick made the big mistake of looking at Seb’s wide, pleading eyes.

“Seb you can’t seriously think you’re ready for this.”

“It’s not everyday that you find a baby in a carrier, Patrick. The stork isn’t real. Someone left her there and I found her. I found her for a reason. If I wasn’t supposed to make this leap, someone else would’ve found her before I did. Besides, I’ve always had the paternal gene, you know that. I can do this. You can too and I know, deep down, you’re thinking up names for her. Be honest with yourself and with me. You want to keep her just as much as I do. The only thing stopping you is the Chuck on your left shoulder.”

“What if we’re bad at it?”

“We won’t be.” Patrick looked at Seb, then the baby, then Seb again and stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“I guess I’ll go run by the store…it’s not too late out, it shouldn’t be closed yet. I’ll just pick up some necessities and tomorrow we can get everything else.” Sebastien smiled widely and set the baby back down in the carrier, hugging Patrick tightly.

“Thank you.”

“Call services and tell them what happened. If they let us keep her, then…we’ll go over names tonight and go down there tomorrow and sort everything out. Ok?” Seb waved his hand.

“Yeah whatever. Be sure to get the good baby milk and a few bottles, the good diapers and a teething ring. Oh! And some baby wash, she needs a bath.”

“Doesn’t she need…like a…little person bath?” Seb laughed.

“We’ll get that tomorrow, she should be fine in the sink. And powder. And baby food. Just some of the basic kinds.” Patrick nodded and kissed his cheek.

“I love you. That’s the main reason I’m agreeing to do this.” Sebastien scoffed.

“Yeah, whatever. If you would’ve found her, you wouldn’t let her go either.” He watched the door close and picked the baby up once again, brushing his fingers over the light hair at the top of her head. “Hi, baby. I’m your new daddy. It’s very nice to meet you.” He let her fingers latch onto his pinky finger and smiled fondly.
They’d be fine, really they would.