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Noah has been with them for 7 months already. They celebrated his 11th months the week prior, and he’s been babbling non stop. He’s the happiest child Buck and Tommy have been around, and no, they’re not biased, thank you very much.
And a little competition has started between them about who will be Noah’s first word. They both would be happy, whatever the word is, of course, but they’re nothing if not competitive in the most ridiculous ways sometimes.
So each time one of them is feeding Noah, changing him or just playing with him, they repeat their own word. Sometimes Buck says daddy so many times that he loses every sense of the word and he doesn’t know how many times he called somebody daddy because the word is running around in his head.
Everyone at the station just teases him, but they all love that new version of Buck, Daddy!Buck is something else that none of them were prepared for.
And the stations start to join in too. Anytime Noah goes to the 118 or 217 for any reason, people there would be whispering “papa” or “daddy” to Noah each time they are around him.
Of course, there is one word that they should have seen coming, one that has been said around Noah so many times that, of course, he would pick up on it, their clever little boy.
Since Noah arrived, they were able to sync their off days more. They were mostly in sync already since the wedding and filling their marital status to their respective stations, but with Noah now they made sure that except for emergencies they would share them, not willing to have Noah grow up with only one parent at a time.
They’ve spent the day relaxing at home, playing with Noah and cuddling on the couch while a documentary played in the background.
It’s snack time now and Tommy is feeding Noah some pieces of banana, the only fruit Noah has accepted all week, whispering “Papaaa” each time he gives him a piece while Buck watches and snorts at how ridiculous his husband is, not that he’s better.
Noah just smacks his lips, little bits of banana sticking to his lips, looking at his parents before he points to Buck and goes: “Buk!”
They both freeze and look at each other.
“Did he …?” starts Tommy
Buck bites his lips to try to keep the laugh coming inside.
Tommy groans, “of course our son's first word would be Buck."
And as usual, hearing “our son” coming from Tommy’s mouth makes him giddy and he kisses the pout off his husband’s lips, both smiling into the kiss.
“You’re so clever Noah! Say it again!” encourages Buck.
“No, no, now he says papaaaa,” says Tommy before giving him more of the banana he was feeding him.
“Buk!!”
Buck’s laugh could be heard from the street.