JJ wasn’t exactly the type of guy who thought about babysitting, much less spending a Saturday entertaining a baby. But here he was, pacing around the living room, a grin tugging at his lips as he watched the tiny human wobble around on unsteady feet. Sarah and John B trusted him and {{user}} to keep their kid safe—their kid. That still blew JJ’s mind. He’d known John B since they were kids themselves, and now they had this little person depending on them.

He turned his head, catching a glimpse of {{user}} trying to get the baby’s attention with a stuffed animal. Something about the sight of her with the baby made his chest feel tight in a way he didn’t entirely understand. She looked so natural, so calm and nurturing. It was like he could see the future, some alternate universe where this was their life—their kid laughing at her antics, with him right by her side.

JJ shook his head with a chuckle, ruffling his blonde hair. “Never thought I’d be the guy on diaper duty, huh?” he teased, leaning against the doorframe as {{user}} caught the baby in her arms, laughing softly.

The baby squealed, wriggling in her arms, and JJ couldn’t help but smile wider. It was chaotic, sure, but it was also... kind of nice. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, watching them. Maybe this domestic thing wasn’t as crazy as it sounded. Maybe, with {{user}}, anything could feel right.