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Challenge: #380 Hat

Title: At the Drop of a Hat
Pairing/Characters: David/Colby
Rating: PG
Word Count: 299
Summary: David learns the meaning of jinx when it comes to road trips and babies.
Spoilers: None.
Notes/Warnings: This drabble is the third I've written the Granger-Sinclair family 'verse. For those who don't know, I have head canon that post-series David decided his promotion cost him too much, rushed back to Colby, begged his forgiveness, and proposed all the same day. Few years later, David's in charge of his own team, and Colby has cut back on his hours so he can be at home more with their four-year-old daughter and one-year-old son.
 
Disclaimer: None of it belongs to me except for the wee clever babies. ;)
 
This drabble is published completely unbeta'd. I must be crazy. I blame my lovely supporters for building my confidence so.


Keeping one hand on the steering wheel, David cocked his fedora’s brim and sent his husband a flirty grin. Colby huffed, trying not to smile. David threaded his fingers through Colby’s and lifted his husband’s hand to his lips, kissing it and winking.

Colby smiled and shook his head. “We’re not home-free yet. You’re gonna jinx us.”

He laughed and released Colby’s hand. “Relax, babe. We’re moments away from dropping off our gorgeous little angels at my sister’s. And then we’ll have our first kid-free weekend since Julia was born.”

“I know, I know… It’s just bad timing. Julia’s barely over the stomach flu and still has a sensitive stomach. Dylan’s been cranky all morning. I think we should stay closer to home.”

David glanced in the rearview mirror. Their 1-year-old son whined a little but settled back to sleep like his sister. “They’re fine. It’s been 4 years since we’ve been to the cabin. Who knows when we’ll both get leave again?” He squeezed Colby’s hand again. “Just sit back and imagine the smell of fresh bass cooking over an open fire underneath a blanket of stars. It’ll be perf-”

Colby unbuckled his seatbelt as Dylan began to gag and whine. Grabbing a crumpled take-out bag off the floor, he stretched back moments before David heard the baby vomit into the bag. Julia jerked awake, wailing in concert her brother until she was coughing and gagging too.

“Pull over, David. Now.”

“I’m working on it. Gimme a minute.”

“Mexico, babe, Mexico!”

David swerved the car, cutting across lanes of traffic just as Colby swiped David’s fedora off his head. A moment later, David heard the wet noises of his daughter getting sick as he pulled off on the shoulder.

“Not my vintage Borsalino! Baby, that’s my favorite hat!” 

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