Title: James Ethan Dawson-Franco
Author: goosie
Pairing: David Hodges/Bobby Dawson
Rating: PG
Warning: An adorable baby; hinting at an alternative family structure.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the boys but I happily share ownership of the baby.
Author's Notes: This is a commune fic dedicated to my ladies at csi_labs.
Word Count: 570

“Hey there, Jim-bo. Now don’t be afraid, you can do it. That’s it, come on.”

Little brows furrowed, cubby cheeks hollowed as the pacifier in the little boy’s mouth was sucked on in concentration. Well, Bobby liked to think that the boy did it out of concentration anyway. David just figured the boy really like his pacifier.

But David was just cynical like that.

“Come to Daddy, Jamie. You can do it.”

“Bobby.”

Bobby ignored the other man. David shifted a bit trying to keep his balance. He was perched on the balls of his feet, crouched down behind the focus of Bobby’s attentions. Little James Ethan Dawson-Franco (though, everyone had quickly taken to just calling him Jamie...or Jim-bo, but really that was only Bobby), who at this moment was contemplating taking his first steps or taking a dump. It was a little too early to tell. Jamie clenched his little fists around David’s fingers and stared the distance to his father down.

“Come on Jamie. Come on.”

“Bobby, we’ve been here for almost an hour. If he was going to do it he would have by now.” David muttered, rolling his eyes. “He just isn’t ready yet. It’s not a huge deal. It’s not like you don’t carry him every where he wants to go anyway.”

David stood up taking the baby with him. Jaime stared back at the man, seemingly confused by the abrupt perspective change but he didn’t worry about it for long. Pushing the pacifier out of his mouth, the little boy broke into a grin, smacked David right on the nose and puffed out a spit laced “Papa!” before giggling and tipping his head back.

“See?” David said removing Jamie’s finger from up his nose. “He’s perfectly happy. Walking is the least of his worries.”

Bobby sighed. “He shouldn’t have any worries. That’s my job.” He added as he reached for his son. “But June…”

“Hey, hey. Fine.” David grumbled relinquishing the giggling child to Bobby. “So June’s been walking for months. So what? Jamie is not June.”

“But they’re twins…”

“With completely different genetic codes.”

“But still, Jamie shouldn’t be this far behind.” Bobby was nearly pouting.

“There’s nothing wrong with him, Bobby. God, you’d think with all the baby books Jacq has forced us to read you’d know that by now.”

Bobby looked down at little boy playfully ruffling the sandy curls on the kid’s head.

“This isn’t a competition you know.” David sighed. “It’s not my kid versus your kid, Bobby.”

“I know that, Dave.” Bobby said not ever looking up as he returned his little boy’s grin with one of his own. “I just don’t want him to have a complex or something.”

David laughed out right at that. “Complex?”

Bobby frowned at the other man, Jamie still squirming in his arms.

“Just because you feel inferior to me in every way…”

Bobby’s jaw dropped in outrage.

“Doesn’t mean that Jamie will feel the same way about June.” David continued smirking.

He was so amused at himself that he hadn’t even thought to duck before a pacifier hit him directly in the eye.

Bobby laughed and happily planted one right on his little boy’s jaw. “Good aim, Jim-bo! Give me some of that.”

Jamie Franco giggled loudly and gave his father a most enthusiastic high five.

David mock glared at the two of them before setting his eyes on Jamie. “Traitor.”