No. 65

Prompt: any book. any. Why are you doing this?
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"Why are you doing this?" Simon backed away rapidly.

Alec advanced, menacing, the baby in his arms. "You can't avoid it forever. You have to hold your nephew sometime."

"Almost-nephew," Simon said. "Isabelle and I aren't married yet."

Alec shrugged one shoulder. "It's only a matter of time. Now come on, get used to it. Shadowhunters are expected to have many children to carry on our bloodlines."

"With the Academy re-opened and the Mortal Cup back in circulation, surely smaller families are the natural social evolutionary next step." Simon backed up.

"You're a Shadowhunter. You have the reflexes of a cat. A baby will not defeat you." Alec advanced.

"A magical baby might," Simon protested, and backed up. He hit the wall.

Alec smiled, smug, and he'd planned this, hadn't he? Literally backed Simon into a corner. "Still just a baby."

And then Simon's arms were full of squirming blue infant. Who promptly spat up on him.

Casting a long-suffering look at the ceiling, Simon said, "Why is it always me?"

Alec brightened. "I know that one. Harry Potter reference, right?"

Simon would have banged his head against the wall, but that would have resulted in him dropping the baby and his future brother-in-law kicking his ass. Instead, he resigned himself to rocking the baby and singing the closing theme to Cowboy Bebop as a lullaby.

The baby fell asleep, and Simon thought that maybe one day he could do this after all.