Two Men & A Baby

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle had been awake for about half an hour but he wasn't ready to get up. There was a pile of black hair all over his pillow, and the small face that it belonged too was sleeping on his shoulder--nothing short of a grounder attack was going to make him get up any time soon. Naevia was his daughter, and he loved her more then anything he had ever loved before. Maybe even her mother. He had loved Raven for years before they'd gotten together. The ground had been hard on her, and after being shot, drilled, and who know what else--it had been child birth that had taken her from him.

Kyle had never judged her, nor would be start now. He knew she had other lovers before him; and Bellamy Blake had been one of them. Raven had not been sure which one of them was the father, but neither Kyle, nor Bellamy had cared. They had both been there for her, and when she died, they had decided that they would do this together. Which was why they lived together, in a cabin with Kyle and Bellamy in different rooms--though sharing the main rooms so they could both be with their daughter.

Hearing the front door open, and boots on the floor, Kyle reached over to gently shake Naevia awake. "Guess who is back." He whispered when she opened her sleepy eyes. Bellamy had been on a hunting trip, and Kyle recognized the sounds of him return. Naevia's eyes jumped opened and she smiled! Kyle grinned as he watched her scrambled out of the bed and ran barefoot toward the main room, calling out in greeting!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

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As soon as Bellamy entered through the door, he could hear the little footsteps rushing toward it. It was truly the best greeting he could have ever hoped for. As soon as he saw Naevia, her excitement over seeing him known by not only her hurried actions toward him but her exclamation of what she called him, Bellamy lowered himself and extended his arms as she jumped into them. He scooped her up, kissing her cheek. "How's my baby girl today?" He asked. Ever since discovering that he was a potential father . . . it had changed things. He never thought he would be able to recover from Mount Weather but she, Naevia, had everything to do with that. He had found his saving grace and that was in the form of his daughter he was co raising.

She informed him that 'daddy' was still in bed. He continued to smile at that as he made his way to Wick's room, standing in the thresshold of the door. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty, breakfast is almost ready," he informed him. Bellamy and Wick had come to the agreement to raise the daughter that Raven had given them. As they didn't know who the actual father was, it no long mattered at this point. Bellamy also found it fortunate that it was Wick, a good friend of his from the Ark and it made raising a child together easier than it could have been with someone Bellamy didn't know as well. Still holding his daughter in his arms, he made his way to her little room -- though she mostly slept with him or Wick. Pulling out one of her dresses, he began to change her clothes.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle rested his hands beind his head, and just listened to his daughter and best friend talk before Bellamy came to poke his head in Kyle's room. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty, breakfast is almost ready," This was one advantage to living with someone else--Bellamy cooked better then he did. Kyle cleaned better, but Bellamy cooked better.

Kyle pushed from bed and changed while Bellamy had their daughter busy, and by the time he joined the main room they were joining him. "Morning, Honey." Kyle teased, a joke he had made often over the years. "Catch anything big?" Reaching for their daughter, Kyle pulled hr from Bellamy's arms, so Bellamy could either change if he wanted to cook. Kyle tossed her some in the air, before dropping her standing on the table. With a ruffle of her hair, he then moved to begin getting out some water for everyone.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

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THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy was rather used to Wick's teasing terms of endearment. Had it been anyone else, Bellamy would have been annoyed. But not with Wick. Hell, it was expected. He asked him if they caught anything before taking their daughter into his arms. "Enough to feed everyone for the next few days," Bellamy stated as he went to his bedroom to change his shirt in attempt to freshen up. Once that was done, he came back out into the main room. "It was pretty successful," he added on, to summarize the events.

The warmer weather allowed them to hunt more effectively, but winter months had also proved that food was not as scarce as they had initially feared. He looked at their daughter, his fingers going to her hair and running through it. "She needs a trim," Bellamy concluded. He didn't usually cut it too short, just enough to get rid of the dead ends and have it grow healthy -- something he had learned from raising Octavia, as when he was old enough, he was usually the one to give her hair cuts. "What are your plans for the day?" He asked Kyle, unsure if he had anything he needed to work on.

[Kyle Wick]

Kyle watched as Bellamy left and then proceed to tickle his daughter until they heard him come back. "Good!" That the found food. Kyle was used to the Ark when sometimes there wasn't much food but he wanted better for his daughter. Bellamy was thankfully a good hunter, so he never had to worry about lack of food in the summer. When the comment on her hair was made, Kyle looked at her and shook his head while making a 'No! Don't let him do it' face. Her giggles were his reward--just like her mother's laugh at been his reward before.

'Daddy's silly!' She giggled before jumped toward Bellamy. Even thought Kyle knew Bellamy would catch her, he moved his hand out just in case. Being a father had taught him how someone else's injuries could hurt him a lot more then it hurt them. "You'd have thought I'd be the one to spoil her." She said, shaking his head. "Who's girl are you?" He asked her, 'Papa's girl!' Naevia teased him, and Kyle put his hand over his heart! "WHAT!?" She laughed and hugged into her Papa's arms tighter, 'AND maybe Daddy's!' Looking up at Bellamy, Kyle gave him a look. "You've got her trained." He accused.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Kyle Wick

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Bellamy smirked at his daughter's words of Daddy being silly. When she jumped up, he was immediately ready with his arms open and catching her with ease. He tossed her up into the air for a moment before catching her again, and just holding her against him. Bellamy then listened to the conversation that unfolded, chuckling with amusement at her perfect repsonse and Kyle's even better reaction. "That's my girl," he said, kissing her cheek proudly. "Can't blame me for this one. She just has great taste and high intelligence." Bellamy couldn't resist kissing her cheek again.

He felt like he was missing so much of her life with not being able to be by her side every second of every day. "Two more things she gets from her papa, right?" He asked her somewhat rhetorically, another teasing jab at Kyle. Bellamy was fully aware that intelligence wise . . . Wick had the brains when it came to technical stuff. The fact that he excelled in his field was proof of this. But it was still fun to tease the man co raising their daughter. "Guess you don't spoil her as much as you think you do," Bellamy further teased with a smirk. "Come on. Let's get some breakfast," he stated as he began to head toward the door, stepping outside and waiting for Wick to follow.

[Kyle Wick]

Wick rolled his eyes dramatically at Bellamy's words, making his daughter laugh. As they left, Wick found himself checking out Bellamy's ass before climbing out of bed. He knew they were all only teasing, and it never bothered him. Their daughter loved both of her Dads. Raven hadn't been sure who the father was, but neither of then cared. She was their daughter and always would be. Pulling on his pants, he walked out to the main room while pulling on his shirt.

"I'll save you from the curly haired monster!" He called out, dramatically, before running to them and pulling her from Bellamy--knowing that Bellamy would pretend to pull on her too--as if they were fighting over her. It got them both loud and excited sequels of giggles, before Wick stole her from Bellamy and spun her around like a trophy he won! "Pappa! Save me!" She called, and Wick darted around the table, to get out of Bellamy's reach. She always egged the other one on, loving to be the center of attention between them. "He can't save you now!"