Post by shale on May 25, 2011 10:18:09 GMT -5
Grell was heading down the quiet hall of the Dispatch Headquarters when he heard an all too familiar sound muffled behind a door. Wailing. Curious, he followed the sound until he found himself outside the office door of William T. Spears. The door was slightly ajar so he peeked inside. The sight he saw was one he would never ever forget.
There was William T. Spears, the coldest of the Death Gods, pacing back and forth wile trying to calm a wailing infant swaddled in a pink blanket in his arms.
Grell slipped in and watched. Obviously it had to be girl since the blanket was pink.
"You're holding her wrong, Will."
"Huh?" William looked up to Grell.
Shaking his head, Grell walked over to the pair and carefully re-arranged the infant in William's arms so she was more comfortable. Once she was settled, Grell rubbed soothing, gentle circles on her stomach until the wails died down.
"There. Now, who is this cutie and where on earth did you get her?"
"This is Rosie. Her mother was in our department. I was out with her tonight when a demon attacked us. It was stronger than we could handle. It killed her. Before she died, she made me swear I'd take care of her daughter.
William looked to Grell with worry in his green eyes, something Grell had never seen before.
"Grell, I know nothing of children, let alone an infant. I need help." And it took a lot for the man to admit he needed help.
Grell graced him with an understanding smile. "I'll help you with her, Will. Where are things?"
Will nodded towards the couch. "By the couch."
Grell made his way over and pulled his red coat off. Pulling a notebook from the coat pocket with a pen, he sat on the floor and started to go through the supplies, marking off what was needed as he went along.
While he was busy, Alan, who had been there when Will first arrived and collected said baby items, popped in to check on William and Rosie. "Hey Grell." he said before approaching Will. "Ronnie needs your help with an assignment. I'll keep an eye on her."
William nodded and let Alan take his charge from him. He grabbed his scythe from it's place against the wall. "I won't be long." As he left, he paused and looked back at the baby before shutting the door after him.
Alan chuckled and sat on the couch with the baby cradled to his chest, his finger clutched in Rosie's little hand. "I do believe our fearless leader has fallen in love with our little Rosie here. I've never seen him hesitate to leave once." Alan commented.
"She is beautiful." Grell purred. "Can I hold her?"
"Sure." Alan made room for Grell to sit and once he was settled, he put the baby girl in Grell's arms.
Alan watched the tenderness that Grell displayed towards Rosie. His touches of her face were feather soft. Alan noticed Grell was on the verge of tears as Rosie latched onto one of Grell's glove-covered fingers.
"There, there, Mama. Don't cry." Alan soothed, rubbing Grell's back. "God heard you at last, Grell. He's given you the baby you've wanted. He heard you."
Alan knew this was one of Grell's biggest wishes. To be a mother. Grell nodded at Alan's comment and brushed a soft kiss to Rosie's black hair.
The sight that William returned to four hours later gave him pause to observe. Grell was sitting on the floor, legs tucked under him, arms folded on the couch to support his head as he slept. Swaddled in his red coat so she wouldn't fall off the couch was little Rosie, also asleep but with a good chunk of Grell's red hair clutched in hie tiny little fist. Smiling softly, William leaned his scythe against the wall and slipped his suit coat off. He draped it over Grell's shoulders and sat at his desk to finish his paperwork.
There was William T. Spears, the coldest of the Death Gods, pacing back and forth wile trying to calm a wailing infant swaddled in a pink blanket in his arms.
Grell slipped in and watched. Obviously it had to be girl since the blanket was pink.
"You're holding her wrong, Will."
"Huh?" William looked up to Grell.
Shaking his head, Grell walked over to the pair and carefully re-arranged the infant in William's arms so she was more comfortable. Once she was settled, Grell rubbed soothing, gentle circles on her stomach until the wails died down.
"There. Now, who is this cutie and where on earth did you get her?"
"This is Rosie. Her mother was in our department. I was out with her tonight when a demon attacked us. It was stronger than we could handle. It killed her. Before she died, she made me swear I'd take care of her daughter.
William looked to Grell with worry in his green eyes, something Grell had never seen before.
"Grell, I know nothing of children, let alone an infant. I need help." And it took a lot for the man to admit he needed help.
Grell graced him with an understanding smile. "I'll help you with her, Will. Where are things?"
Will nodded towards the couch. "By the couch."
Grell made his way over and pulled his red coat off. Pulling a notebook from the coat pocket with a pen, he sat on the floor and started to go through the supplies, marking off what was needed as he went along.
While he was busy, Alan, who had been there when Will first arrived and collected said baby items, popped in to check on William and Rosie. "Hey Grell." he said before approaching Will. "Ronnie needs your help with an assignment. I'll keep an eye on her."
William nodded and let Alan take his charge from him. He grabbed his scythe from it's place against the wall. "I won't be long." As he left, he paused and looked back at the baby before shutting the door after him.
Alan chuckled and sat on the couch with the baby cradled to his chest, his finger clutched in Rosie's little hand. "I do believe our fearless leader has fallen in love with our little Rosie here. I've never seen him hesitate to leave once." Alan commented.
"She is beautiful." Grell purred. "Can I hold her?"
"Sure." Alan made room for Grell to sit and once he was settled, he put the baby girl in Grell's arms.
Alan watched the tenderness that Grell displayed towards Rosie. His touches of her face were feather soft. Alan noticed Grell was on the verge of tears as Rosie latched onto one of Grell's glove-covered fingers.
"There, there, Mama. Don't cry." Alan soothed, rubbing Grell's back. "God heard you at last, Grell. He's given you the baby you've wanted. He heard you."
Alan knew this was one of Grell's biggest wishes. To be a mother. Grell nodded at Alan's comment and brushed a soft kiss to Rosie's black hair.
The sight that William returned to four hours later gave him pause to observe. Grell was sitting on the floor, legs tucked under him, arms folded on the couch to support his head as he slept. Swaddled in his red coat so she wouldn't fall off the couch was little Rosie, also asleep but with a good chunk of Grell's red hair clutched in hie tiny little fist. Smiling softly, William leaned his scythe against the wall and slipped his suit coat off. He draped it over Grell's shoulders and sat at his desk to finish his paperwork.