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agentcampbell23.1.2. "Being a Dad is the new black." - Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen
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James felt like his arse dropped out of him when he heard Ali's voicemail. Through all the panicked verbal abuse, he couldn't even tell what had happened. He tried calling her back straight away, but he just got her voicemail in return, so he tried Andrew's cell, and it was the same deal. It was only after he checked his email on his PDA and got Mark's message that he was able to gain access to the whole story. He called Mark, and sat listening, stunned, to the whole ordeal. He had been unavailable the whole day and evening because he was tied up in an SS case conference. It was his 'day off' at the FBI, but Mark didn't know about his moonlighting as Secret Service, so he couldn't exactly offer much more than 'I was working' as an excuse to why he hadn't been there at Ali's call for help. It sounded piss-weak in response and it pissed Mark off even more than he already was, but James promised he would get in touch with Ali ASAP.
And he did. At least, he did after he kept calling her and calling her until she answered. He expected to get blasted when he got hold of her, but instead was met with flat, monotone, one word answers. When he asked her how she was after everything, she just told him she didn't want to talk about it... to him. He couldn't believe he had managed to royally fuck up again. The only thing he could think of to do was offer to relieve Luke and Tab of the babysitting duties, realising he wanted to spend some time with his niece and take care of her for Ali and Andrew. It was only then he got some emotional response out of Ali, who agreed, but threatened to shave his ball sack and foreskin off and feed it to the pigeons if he didn't give the baby girl 100% of his focus. Then she changed her mind and told him not to bother because he was a fucking shit godfather, and James had no choice but to try to apologise again profusely and promise he would take care of Jamie for her. It was when she told him that his brother was a hundred times the man he was that James knew how much he had fucked up. He might have been at work, but he purposefully hadn't checked his voicemail because he didn't want to be disturbed. It wasn't that he couldn't, he just hadn't.
Which is why he now found himself strapping Jamie's baby capsule into the back of his car, while his trunk was loaded with a baby buggy, baby bag, and another bag with spare clothes in it for her after he collected her from Luke and Tab's place. His kissed her forehead and brushed her fine hair back while she kicked her legs and gave him a drooly smile. He paused, sighing softly as he looked down at her. "Your Uncle James is a cockhead, possum. You know that? Mummy is right wanting to give him a free sex change. He should have been there to help her and your Daddy when things were hurting because they were both there for Uncle James when he was hurting. In fact, Mummy has always been there for Uncle James and he's done nothing but fuck her over when she needs him the most." And now Ali had procreated this little blonde haired, blue eyed bundle that was making him, Special Agent James Campbell, speak baby talk. It was almost Karma. Watching the baby girl, James still couldn't believe she was Ali's. Their singledom life they had all lived as a group not all that long ago seemed like it belonged to someone else now. Ali had hung up her trendy workaholic New York single gal's life in favour of motherhood and domesticity. The only thing was, she had to pay a deep price for it. Whenever James stopped and tried to think how he would feel if Harri lost their baby, he felt close to vomiting just from the horror of the notion. In less than three months, he would have one of these of his own, only he didn't even know where Harri was going to let him stand with that, and as much as it hurt to admit, he missed her. He knew now that he had wanted what Ali had with Harri... thirty one years old and veering for thirty two, he wanted the domesticity too. Only now, he could only assume it had transferred to Izzy, but he still couldn't wrap his head around what they were going to do when she gave birth to another guy's identical twins.
Jamie had grabbed the edge of her bunny rug and shoved it in her mouth, so James gently pried it out and handed her a yellow sunshine-shaped teething toy instead that he dug out of the side of the bag. "I apologise now if I really suck at this taking care of you thing compared to your Daddy, and your Mummy, and your Uncle Luke, and your Aunty Tab, and just about everyone else on the face of the earth. But I do love you, sweetheart. I really do. You're keeping it real for me. Reminding me to dig my head out of my arse. So, just bear with me, okay? I'll do my best and try not to be too much of a dork," he promised and then took his cell phone out of his pocket and started typing in a quick text. "But like any good case, I need back-up."
IZ - HPE UR HME BCSE IM CRSHNG UR APRTMNT IN 15... & BRNGNG CMPNY -JX
All muses referenced with permission and are from theprinceton2nyc universe
Word Count | 964
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James felt like his arse dropped out of him when he heard Ali's voicemail. Through all the panicked verbal abuse, he couldn't even tell what had happened. He tried calling her back straight away, but he just got her voicemail in return, so he tried Andrew's cell, and it was the same deal. It was only after he checked his email on his PDA and got Mark's message that he was able to gain access to the whole story. He called Mark, and sat listening, stunned, to the whole ordeal. He had been unavailable the whole day and evening because he was tied up in an SS case conference. It was his 'day off' at the FBI, but Mark didn't know about his moonlighting as Secret Service, so he couldn't exactly offer much more than 'I was working' as an excuse to why he hadn't been there at Ali's call for help. It sounded piss-weak in response and it pissed Mark off even more than he already was, but James promised he would get in touch with Ali ASAP.
And he did. At least, he did after he kept calling her and calling her until she answered. He expected to get blasted when he got hold of her, but instead was met with flat, monotone, one word answers. When he asked her how she was after everything, she just told him she didn't want to talk about it... to him. He couldn't believe he had managed to royally fuck up again. The only thing he could think of to do was offer to relieve Luke and Tab of the babysitting duties, realising he wanted to spend some time with his niece and take care of her for Ali and Andrew. It was only then he got some emotional response out of Ali, who agreed, but threatened to shave his ball sack and foreskin off and feed it to the pigeons if he didn't give the baby girl 100% of his focus. Then she changed her mind and told him not to bother because he was a fucking shit godfather, and James had no choice but to try to apologise again profusely and promise he would take care of Jamie for her. It was when she told him that his brother was a hundred times the man he was that James knew how much he had fucked up. He might have been at work, but he purposefully hadn't checked his voicemail because he didn't want to be disturbed. It wasn't that he couldn't, he just hadn't.
Which is why he now found himself strapping Jamie's baby capsule into the back of his car, while his trunk was loaded with a baby buggy, baby bag, and another bag with spare clothes in it for her after he collected her from Luke and Tab's place. His kissed her forehead and brushed her fine hair back while she kicked her legs and gave him a drooly smile. He paused, sighing softly as he looked down at her. "Your Uncle James is a cockhead, possum. You know that? Mummy is right wanting to give him a free sex change. He should have been there to help her and your Daddy when things were hurting because they were both there for Uncle James when he was hurting. In fact, Mummy has always been there for Uncle James and he's done nothing but fuck her over when she needs him the most." And now Ali had procreated this little blonde haired, blue eyed bundle that was making him, Special Agent James Campbell, speak baby talk. It was almost Karma. Watching the baby girl, James still couldn't believe she was Ali's. Their singledom life they had all lived as a group not all that long ago seemed like it belonged to someone else now. Ali had hung up her trendy workaholic New York single gal's life in favour of motherhood and domesticity. The only thing was, she had to pay a deep price for it. Whenever James stopped and tried to think how he would feel if Harri lost their baby, he felt close to vomiting just from the horror of the notion. In less than three months, he would have one of these of his own, only he didn't even know where Harri was going to let him stand with that, and as much as it hurt to admit, he missed her. He knew now that he had wanted what Ali had with Harri... thirty one years old and veering for thirty two, he wanted the domesticity too. Only now, he could only assume it had transferred to Izzy, but he still couldn't wrap his head around what they were going to do when she gave birth to another guy's identical twins.
Jamie had grabbed the edge of her bunny rug and shoved it in her mouth, so James gently pried it out and handed her a yellow sunshine-shaped teething toy instead that he dug out of the side of the bag. "I apologise now if I really suck at this taking care of you thing compared to your Daddy, and your Mummy, and your Uncle Luke, and your Aunty Tab, and just about everyone else on the face of the earth. But I do love you, sweetheart. I really do. You're keeping it real for me. Reminding me to dig my head out of my arse. So, just bear with me, okay? I'll do my best and try not to be too much of a dork," he promised and then took his cell phone out of his pocket and started typing in a quick text. "But like any good case, I need back-up."
IZ - HPE UR HME BCSE IM CRSHNG UR APRTMNT IN 15... & BRNGNG CMPNY -JX
All muses referenced with permission and are from the
princeton2nyc universeWord Count | 964
