One-Shots

Forts | Pooflan

Ship: Poofless plus Lachlan (Hints of Merome and Vikklan) 
Genre: Fluff, like oh my god I want to cry fluff
Relationship: Married plus child
Prompt: loosely based on the above
Kid Lachlan AU
Requested by kawaii_kiani (I know you probably meant all three dating or something, but I saw the above prompt and I could literally picture it, so I had to go with it.)
A/N: Not edited
(This may be my favorite now)
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~Rob's POV~

"Ready?"

"Rob you've been asking me that since we left the hotel."

"Sorry, Preston. I'm just nervous. What if he doesn't like us?"

"Robby... Look at me."

I raise my head and look at my husband. He puts both of his hands on my cheeks and pecks my lips.

"He's going to love us, Robby. Lachlan is only three, so he might not understand, but if we let him know we love him... How can he hate us?"

I smile and kiss Preston back. He smiles and giggles.

"Let's go get our son."

~Time Skip~

"He's so precious."

I glance up from my book. We're on our way back from Australia and are currently on the plane. Lachlan is curled up in his chair, thumb in mouth, watching a movie sleepily.

"He is."

Lachlan's eyes drop and I move him, as he was beginning to fall off the seat. He curls into the corner. A habit we had discovered he has on our multiple visits to see him.

"God, I can't believe he's ours. After months of papers, tests, and interviews... We have a son."

"Yeah, now we know how Mitch and Jerome felt when they adopted Vik. I feel bad for yelling at them now."

"To be fair, they did show up drunk to our house at two in the morning when they got their approval."

"Still... I can understand them now."

I wrap my arm around Preston's shoulders and we both watch as Lachlan dozes off to the sounds of his movie.

"Think Vik will like him?"

"Probably. They are around the same age and will probably bond over the fact that they were both adopted when they get older."

"I hope so. Vik really needs friends. I'm pretty sure those two kids, Simon and Josh are going to get him arrested and he's only three."

"It was funny, though. We were all just sitting, drinking beers, and then the knock. Then two six-year-olds and a crying Vik are marched in. Oh my gosh, Mitch's face."

"I thought he was going to have a heart attack."

"I don't think Vik goes to Simon's anymore for daycare."

"I can picture it, though, having to post bail for a three-year-old. My God, the looks they would receive."