:: The Rinse Cycle ::

Outtake 10. (Futuretake)

"Hey there, little man," I whisper, keeping my voice low as I walk to the crib. I look over and see my son kicking and failing his arms. His brown eyes are darting all over until they focus in on me.

I smile at him, unable to help myself. He's so damn beautiful, just like his mother. Although, poor kid's going to end up with my hair, it seems. Tough luck on that one.

I reach in and pull him out, cradling him in my arms as I make my way to Bella's glider chair. I swear that chair is the best fucking invention ever.

Once I get situated, bottle in the kid's mouth, I sit and watch him eat for a few minutes. I'm in awe of this little guy, completely amazed by everything he does.

It's a hard thing to describe, how protective I feel over him, how devoted I am and how much I love him. I never thought I could love anyone as much as I love my Bell, but then he was born and my world shifted.

Now, much like with his mother, I can't imagine my life without him in it.

Thinking about that reminds me of the long road it took to get here, where Bella and I share a happy life together.

I decide to give my son some advice, since it's just us guys right now.

"So listen," I start, gently stroking my finger down his soft cheek as he sucks away at his bottle. "I'm going to give you a little life advice, okay?"

He merely grunts a little, continuing to work at the nipple. I smirk, because, yeah, like father like son.

"If there ever comes a time in your life, very far into the future mind you, that you find a girl who makes your head spin and your heart race, I want you to do me a favor. I want you tell her right away how you feel. Don't let stupid shi- uh, stuff, get between you, like fear or misunderstandings, or other people's beliefs about what you should do with your life.

"And that's another thing. Don't let anyone tell you what you should do with your life. You need to live it the way you want. I promise, your Mom and me, we'll always support you in whatever you want to do… as long as it's not something stupid like bronco riding. You can ask Uncle Jasper why that's a bad idea when you're older, he'll tell you all about it."

I chuckle at that memory, and it makes little man gurgle a small smile. I take the bottle from him, and put him on my shoulder to burp. Patting his back, I continue to give him a little more advice, just father son stuff that I think he should know.

When he's finished, I check his diaper, grateful to find he isn't wet or left a huge pile of shit behind. Thank God, because Bella would kill me if I got her up at three A.M. just to change a diaper for me.

I learned that lesson already.

Once he's all set, I pick him up and nuzzle him a little, loving his baby scent. I press a kiss to his cheek before easing him back into his crib, tucking his super hero blanket around him. Yeah, my son is going to love comics just as much as me, I'm sure of it.

"Good night, bud," I say quietly, rubbing his tummy to help him fall asleep. "Daddy loves you."

I step back; a smile on my face as his eyes grow too heavy and he finally falls asleep. I watch him for a few more seconds, basking in the love I have for him.

It's when I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist, cold fingers pressing onto my bare chest, that I realize I'm not alone.

Bella's lips press into my back, trailing up and around my shoulder until she is standing in front of me. "Hi," she says in her sleepy voice.

I wrap my arms around her, smiling at her rumbled appearance. She is so fucking adorable like this. "Hey baby," I say, kissing her nose. "What are you doing awake?"

Bella shrugs, then cuddles up to me as I rub her back. "I heard your little talk through the monitor."

I sigh, rolling my eyes for forgetting about that damn thing. Again. "Shit, I'm sorry, Bell. I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine," she whispers, kissing my chest and then turning her face up to look at me. "I thought it was sweet, you giving him advice about girls. Just don't tell him any of your old tricks," she teases, and I chuckle. Bella's big brown eyes shine bright, and then suddenly they turn dark and heavy. That's a look I know well. My girl's feeling frisky.

Hell fucking yes.

"Well," I say, swaying us slightly. "I don't know if that's possible, baby. Seems like I might be losing my touch."

Bella snorts, slapping my arm. "Yeah right. You and your dirty mouth haven't lost a damn thing."

I smirk, because, yeah, some things don't change. Besides, we both know she likes it.

"Well, how about we go test that theory? I'm pretty sure you've got something my dirty mouth would love to touch," I growly lowly in her ear, letting my hands squeeze her ass.

Bella inhales sharply, pulls my face down to hers and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. When we pull apart, panting slightly, she moves to leave. At my sound of protest, she turns back around and crooks her finger, smiling seductively at me as she backs out of little man's room.

She tosses her sleep shirt onto the floor and turns, leaving me with the sight of her naked backside as she goes. I don't waste a second as I quickly slip off my boxers in the hall and follow her.

Right into our bedroom and onto our king size bed, which we make great use of.


A/N: I know this may not have been the outtake many of you thought we'd see, but this is what Laundryward wanted to share. I hope you enjoyed a peek into him as a proud daddy.

Well, friends, this is it. Officially the last chapter/outtake I have for The Rinse Cycle. It has been a wonderful and exciting journey, and I'm so thankful to each of you for taking it with me.

To everyone who encouraged me, sent love and support, thank you. Thank you all for reading, alerting, favoriting, and rec'ing this little tale. I am humbled by your loving response to my silly, sexy story of love and laundromats.

I do have other stories in the works, but plan to finish a few of my current WIPs first. If you're interested in any of that, put me on author alert. :)

Until then, happy reading!