Johnny slowly led Peggy to a chair and helped her get settled, chuckling a little at the airborne toddler. "You want me to take him flying, Luce?" he teased, knowing she would never agree to that, at least, not until he was older.
"Not today, Everlast!" Lucy laughed back at her brother-in-law, swaying Jamie from side to side on the soles of her bare feet as the tiny boy gurgled and laughed, kicking his feet in delight.
Released from Fliss' grip, Bella bounded across the room to pounce on Steve as Liv drew the teen over to say hello to Peggy properly, enveloping her aunt in a warm hug.
"Partypooper!" Johnny teased back with a grin as he eased Peggy into a chair, laughing when Steve uttered an audible, "Oof," as he was unexpectedly tackled by Bella.
"Okay, okay, I love you, too!" he sputtered, laughing as Bella made her affection for the big man known, as if she sensed the dip in his mood.
"When he's old enough to drink responsibly, you can take him flying," Lucy told Johnny cheerfully, grinning up at her little boy. "Isn't that right, Jamie? When you're old enough to pay for your own therapy to get you over a sudden fear of heights, you can fly with your Uncle Johnny!" The little boy laughed, looking over at Johnny with his big grin wide and open.
"But that won't be for years!" Johnny replied with a pout. "What do you mean fear of heights? Being able to fly is the best thing that ever happened to me!" Er, he looked a bit sheepish for a second, tossing an apologetic smile toward Liv. "I mean besides you, Livvy."
Liv laughed, shaking her head to reassure her husband. She knew what he'd meant, even if he felt the need to make sure everyone in the room was on the right page with him. "We'll talk about it later," she teased, earning a louder laugh from Lucy.
"Careful, Everlast," his sister-in-law teased him as well, bouncing Jamie up off her feet to catch the little boy in her arms. "Besides, you might swallow those words when you hear what I've got to tell you." She grinned, more than a little pleased with herself, it seemed, releasing Jamie, who toddled over to thump down on his backside next to Bella and his father.
"What, are you pregnant again?" Johnny teased, leaning over to snatch Sweet Baby James off the floor. "Come here, little man. Your Uncle Johnny will show you how to fly!" Fortunately, all Johnny did was fly him around in the air above his head supported by Johnny's very capable hands, making a vroom sound as he did.
Steve looked startled a moment when Johnny snatched his son up off the floor, but relaxed when he saw he wasn't really taking him flying.
"Uh ... don't babies, like, throw up if you swoosh them around after they eat?" Fliss asked from where she was sat with Liv and Peggy, not quite brave enough to join the more raucous end of the room just yet. Fun though Johnny was, he was not the best person to hide with when you were nervous. Liv, on the other hand, seemed to have elevated it to an art form.
"Throw up?" Johnny echoed, immediately lowering baby James from his flying escapades and holding him at arms' length. "You wouldn't throw up on your favorite uncle, would you, Little Cap?"
Lucy cackled at the worried look on Johnny's face, twisting to set her head in Steve's lap as she watched the two boys playing. It said a lot for how comfortable they all were with each other that barely half an hour after arriving, Liv, Johnny, and even Fliss, were ensconced in conversation and activity that didn't make anyone the center of attention at all. "I can't wait until you get thrown up on for the first time," she told Johnny, linking her fingers with Steve's affectionately.
"I've been thrown up on!" Johnny countered, taxing his brain for proof of such a statement. "Steve threw up on me at his bachelor party!" Johnny said, before setting the little tyke back on the floor and taking his hands to waddle him over toward Peggy.
"I'm sorry, but I don't remember it that way, Johnny," Steve pointed out politely, as ever.
"Odd, because I don't remember it that way, either," Liv pointed out with a giggle. "I remember you and Lucy being so drunk you had to be tucked into bed, and Steve carrying you into the apartment over his shoulder." She smiled sweetly up at Johnny, taking Peggy's teacup from her so the old lady could gather her great-great-nephew into her arms and hug him warmly.
Johnny's jaw dropped wide open. He either didn't remember it that way or didn't want to admit he remembered it that way. Truthfully, Johnny didn't remember much about what had happened that night, but if there was any vomit involved, it was most likely his.
Steve stepped in to either rescue him or simply set the record straight. "I can't really get drunk," he admitted, though he had tried more than once.
"Well, I must have been thrown up on sometime." Johnny let go of Jamie's hands and he dropped onto his rump right in front of Fliss. He pointed a finger at Liv. "Emily! Emily threw up on me!" Thankfully, he hadn't snapped his fingers.
"Yes!" Liv agreed with a laugh. "And Ben did, just last week!"
Fliss cracked up next to her, utterly at a loss as to how to take the sheer enthusiasm with which Johnny and Liv were now regaling the room with tales of vomit. She was laughing so hard, in fact, that she didn't notice the flames flickering over her fingertips, but one tiny little person did, fascinated by the pretty display.
Johnny smiled smugly, as if he was proud of this fact, and turned back to stick out his tongue at Lucy. As distracted as he was by the silly banter going on around him, Johnny didn't notice the flames flickering on Fliss' fingertips.
Thankfully, Steve was quick enough to get to his feet and snatch Jamie away before the little boy got burned. "Felicity, your fingers," he told her as gently as he could.
It wasn't so much the warning, delivered so gently, that damaged Fliss' sense of comfort. It was the sight of the little boy being snatched away from her, as though she was a dangerous freak who couldn't be trusted. Abruptly, she dropped her gaze, clenching her hands tightly. "Sorry," was just about audible from behind her curtain of hair.
Liv drew an arm about her shoulders, calling Bella over with a cluck of her tongue, and the Beauceron loped over to them, burrowing her head into Fliss' lap. "It's okay, sweetheart," she promised the teen. "Don't worry about it."
But it wasn't Fliss Steve was worried about, so much as Jamie. The little boy was too inquisitive for his own good sometimes. Steve frowned, not wanting Fliss to think he'd been scolding her, especially on her first visit to their home. "Say hello to your new cousin, Jamie," he told the little boy as he dropped him in Felicity's lap.
With Liv's arm around her shoulders, Fliss couldn't flinch away as the toddler was deposited in her lap, startled to find herself face to face with a grinning one year old. She looked up at Steve in shock - she was slowly growing used to the trust Liv and Johnny showed her, but to have it from someone else, someone who was now trusting her not to hurt his son ... she truly didn't know what to say. Whatever she might have said, however, was utterly lost in a yelp as Jamie grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled. "Ow! You little cheekbox!" Laughing, she turned her attention to the toddler, her upset forgotten.