Dorian groaned in disgust and made a face. "There is no way I'm ever doing that," he said. "I can smell him from here," he added, though that wasn't the only reason he wasn't going to put his nose anywhere near a poopy diaper.
"Well, some of us, Mr. Wolf, aren't possessed of supernatural senses," Kit laughed, dropping Leo down to his hip to make the boy laugh once again. "Why don't you make yourself useful and hunt out some warm jammies and socks for him? I think tonight's going to be one of those companionable ones that goes on past his bedtime."
"I can do that," Dorian replied agreeably. It beat the heck out of changing diapers, anyway. He moved over to the dresser, checking the drawers for socks and jammies. "Did you ever think you'd be a father, Kit?" he asked curiously.
"Honestly? It never occurred to me." One thing Dorian could count on his friends for was the truth, and talking about this distracted Kit from the horrendous smell he was uncovering on the changing mat. "For a long time I never thought I'd ever meet someone I might want to spend my life with, and then I couldn't pluck up the courage to ask her. We never really talked about children. I guess I never thought I was made to be a father."
"She did," Dorian said, plucking a fresh pair of pjs, onesie, and socks from the dresser. "She's been trying to get you to marry her for years," he said, though he assumed Kit knew that already.
"She wasn't very obvious about it," Kit chuckled, his hands automatically wiping, cleaning, and smoothing cream on the appropriate bits while Leo blew raspberries up at him. "Yeah, your momma didn't even ask me on a date! I had to work it out and do it myself, and even then she turned me down the first time."
Dorian rolled his eyes. "Maybe you just weren't listening," he remarked. "Or were too blind to see," he murmured. Everyone else in the troupe had known Delilah was soft on Kit, but Kit himself, it had seemed. "But all's well that ends well, eh, Kit?" he added with a smirk, quoting the Bard.
"You know, I get picked on a lot about that," Kit pointed out, rolling his eyes. "I still maintain she should've made the first move if she was that eager all that time ago." He twisted ever so slightly and scored a direct bulls eye on the trashcan with the balled up dirty diaper.
"I'm not gonna argue with you about it. What's done is done. You're together now, and that's all that matters. Happily ever after, right?" Dorian asked. On the other hand, he and Seren probably held one of Rhy'Din's records for shortest courtships.
"I figure happy ever after is something you keep working at," Kit said with a gentle smile, bending down to kiss his son's nose gently. "Isn't always easy, but it's always worth it. So what's Uncle Dorian gonna dress you in while I'm washing my hands, I wonder?"
"These?" Dorian asked, holding up a pair of soft brown jammies with rabbit ears attached to the hood. He didn't look too sure of his decision, but the jammies sure did look cute.
"You ol' softy." Kit grinned, jerking his head to invite Dorian over. "Hop to it, uncle, I've gotta wash my hands." On the changing mat, Leo flailed his arms and legs, already halfway to rolling onto his side and thus completely off the table.
"Hold still there, little man," Dorian said, stepping over just in time to stop the little boy from rolling off the table. "I don't know how your parents keep up with you," he murmured, as he struggled his way through changing the little guy's clothes.
"Pure bloody-mindedness," Kit called from the bathroom as he washed his hands, leaning back to watch Dorian wrestling with Leo's energetic limbs.
"That is not an answer, my friend," Dorian called back, as he somehow managed to snag Leo's flailing limbs and fit them into a fresh pair of jammies. It wasn't impossible, but it wasn't easy either.
"When you're dealing with yours, you'll understand that yes, it is," Kit chuckled, wiping his hands dry as he came back into the nursery. "Hey, mischief, play nice for your uncle. He's had a lovely shock this afternoon."
"But it gets easier, right?" Dorian asked, as he finished up dressing the wriggling boy. He hoped so, anyway, but he suspected it only changed, but didn't really get easier.
"Yeah, it does," Kit assured him, shrugging back into his jacket before snagging one of Leo's blankets and a cuddly. "Or maybe it doesn't get easier, but you get better at it. Like any skill, really."
"I guess," Dorian admitted. Though he wasn't too sure, he assumed he was going to find out. He was going to be a father, after all. "It won't be long before you have a playmate, Leo," he told the little boy, tickling his tummy and making him giggle.
"Lilah's probably going to have them engaged by the time they're ten," Kit warned in amusement. Boy or girl - Rhy'Din's tolerant policies were catching. "C'mon then, little lion, let's go find Mama." He lifted Leo up into the blanket and onto his hip, other hand grabbing a bag that contained various necessaries for the little one.
Dorian chuckled, not taking Kit's remark seriously. "Don't you think we should let them decide that when the time comes?" he asked, though he didn't think Delilah would actually do such a thing.
"Can't blame a girl for hoping," Kit chuckled, tweaking Leo's cheek as the three of them headed back down the stairs to the back door. "Seriously, though ... you're happy?"
"To be honest, I think I'm still in a state of shock," Dorian admitted, with a chuckle at his own expense. "I mean, we've been trying for a long time. I just wasn't expecting it, I guess."
"Tell me about it." Kit grinned at him, taking a last look around to make sure nothing had been forgotten before opening the back door. On his hip, Leo grumbled at the rush of cold air. "I have no memory of when Lilah told me she was pregnant. I think I blacked out."
"I'm happy ... Of course, I'm happy!" Dorian said, grabbing the door from Kit and holding it open for his friend before stepping outside behind him. "It just hasn't sunk in yet, I guess."
"It gets more real as the bump appears," Kit assured him. "But you can talk my ear off any time you need to, okay? That's what friends are for." He tucked the blanket a little tighter about Leo, locking the back door of their house before crossing the short space to Dorian's back door.