Their Little Girl


Band: Good Charlotte
Pairing: Benji/Joel and their baby, you decide how she came into existence.
Rating: G
Dated: November 20, 2003
Summary: Benji and Joel are good daddies but they can't get their baby to stop crying.
I dont know where this came from. lol I just thought it would be cute and this
is what came out. It's sappy and sweet, don't read if you're diabetic the sugaryness
will kill ya. I'm trying to get back to writing when the moment hits, not this
sitting around and waiting until I can get the ideas back. So yeah, it's random.

Disclaimer: This is fiction. It never happened and I am in no way affiliated with Good Charlotte.
They are not in homosexual relationships with each other
and no you may not copy parts of my fiction to use in your own!


Their Little Girl

Benji pulls up outside their house and smiles as he sees the light coming through the windows upstairs. He gathers his things before opening the car door to the icy air and runs to the front door, the beep of the car’s alarm breaking through the silence of the cold winter dusk. He slides his key in the lock and it clicks open; the warm air from inside hitting him in the face like a thick woolen blanket.

He begins to stomp the sleet from his shoes when his hearing picks up on a baby’s cry. His baby girl’s cry. He quickly puts his things down, shedding his jacket and shoes by the door. He listens as the cries steady fall down the stairs, following them down the hall to the nursery. He begins to unzip his hoodie, the heat in the house settling in. “Joel?” he asks.

His brother is clad in a t-shirt and boxers and sitting in the rocker placed next to the bassinet, one hand holding his head the other placed in the cradle and rocking it gently. At his words Joel’s eyes jump up to meet his twins, they’re tired and wet and Benji can’t decide which of his loves to attend to first. “What’s wrong?” Benji asks alarmed, leaning over the crying infant, reaching down to smooth his hands over the baby’s limbs.

Joel sits back in the chair, rubbing his eyes with his palms, “She hasn’t stopped crying for two hours,” he says with a sniff. Benji picks up the child, cradling her shaking body in his arms. “Why didn’t you call?” “I didn’t want you to worry. It’s not like you could have gotten home faster in that traffic,” Joel replies, watching Benji carry their baby back and forth across the room. “She’s been fed, changed, I made sure she was comfortable, I’ve held her, just let her cry- nothing, she’s still wailing.”

Benji tries to think of something that will soothe his baby, but he knows that if there was something- Joel would have done it already. “What do we do?” Joel asks as a helpless father. Benji shrugs, “I don’t know.” He coos softly just under his breath, “What’s wrong, baby girl? Why are you crying?” he smoothes down the child’s silky dark hair, wiping her tears away with the back of his fingers. “Maybe she wants to lay down with us?” he asks—knowing that she always falls asleep the fastest when she’s lying in her fathers’ bed. He walks back to her crib, picking up her pacifier and little baby blanket. He motions with his head for Joel to follow and crosses the hall into their bedroom.

He sits gently on the bed still cradling the child as Joel stands close by, his logic blown by the tiny thing’s sobs. “Maybe if… take your shirt off,” Benji says softly. Joel frowns but begins to pulls his arms from his long sleeve shirt, “I don’t-“ “Just try,” Benji shrugs and places the infant on the bed, watching her closely as he stands also and removes his own shirt. He picks the child back up and sits down once more, sliding to sit against the headboard.

The child instantly curls into his chest, her tiny body pressing against his skin, her little lungs still screeching. He waves his hand and speaks softly, “Come here, sit in my lap.” Joel frowns again but climbs onto the bed and between Benji's legs, his thighs around Benji's waist. Benji shifts the infant so she’s resting right over his heart, her little head rested on the middle of his chest. “Come closer,” he murmurs and pulls his twin closer with his free arm around Joel’s ribs.

Joel gets the idea and hugs Benji, their child resting between them. Benji and Joel just watch her, her little sobs carrying on for a few more minutes before she hiccups and they even out to soft cries. Joel places his head on Benji's chest, much like his daughter, and breaths in synch with his twin. He can hear Benji's heart beat, his skin warm under his cheek and hands. Joel lifts a hand to run his fingers over her tiny shoulders, she coos again and her cries have almost entirely died down, now simply a sound following her breathing much like whimpering. Her damp eyes open and try to focus on the ink decorating Benji's chest and throat, Joel watching her intently.

She hiccups once more and is quiet now, her breathing echoing her daddies’. Her big brown eyes look up at Joel before slipping closed and falling asleep. Joel smiles and pulls back enough to look at Benji. Benji smiles back and kisses the top of his daughter’s head followed by a kiss to his twin’s forehead. Joel kisses Benji before resting his head back on Benji's chest. “You can go to sleep,” Benji motions to Joel’s side of the bed, “I’ll watch her and put her to bed.” Joel shakes his head and places one hand on his daughter’s back, the other resting on Benji's side. “I don’t want to,” he says before joining his daughter in dreamland.

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Why did it sound like they died? Lol no kids, they’re sleeeeping! gimme your opinions if you wish... *hopes people do*

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the end.

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