Built for Impact

Chapter 1: Babysitting The 4th Robertson

The living room of Punch Up and Coop's home was chaotic, in the most loving sense. Toys scattered across the carpet, a mobile slowly spinning above the crib, and the soft cooing of Robin Robertson (Mandy and Robert's Daughter) filling the space between occasional squeals and bursts of giggles. Coop leaned casually against the couch, knife-free for once, observing the chaos with a bemused smirk. Punch Up sat cross-legged on the floor, holding Robin in his lap, a tiny plastic rattle clutched in one hand. Waterboy hovered nearby, nervously wiping up a small spill from Robin's bottle.

"Careful!" Waterboy squeaked, as Robin waved her arms and sent droplets of formula across the hardwood floor.

Coop chuckled, tilting her head toward Punch Up. "You're doing... surprisingly okay for someone your size," she teased, her voice playful, almost teasingly low.

Punch Up grunted, his grin sheepish. "I've got experience with the little ones... mostly from surviving your chaos, though."

Coop's eyes glimmered, and she leaned in closer, voice dropping into a sultry whisper. "You know... I'm starting to think... maybe I want a little one too."

Punch Up froze, blinked once, then twice, heat creeping across his face. "Uh... did you just—"

Coop's smirk widened, and she tapped him lightly on the shoulder before walking away to grab a diaper bag. Punch Up swallowed hard, heart pounding in ways Robin's coos could never compete with.

Fast forward...

Punch Up groaned softly, sprawled across the bed, a pillow tucked awkwardly between his knees. His pelvis ached in ways he hadn't realised could happen, courtesy of Coop's enthusiasm. Coop lay beside him, arms draped over his chest, a lazy, satisfied grin curling across her face.

"Remind me never to underestimate you again," Punch Up muttered, wincing slightly as he shifted.

Coop nuzzled his neck, letting out a playful hum. "Oh, I like it when you ache like this. Makes me feel... powerful."

Punch Up groaned again, but it was less from pain now, more from a helpless grin spreading across his face. "You're ridiculous."

"Am I?" Coop purred, brushing her fingers over his shoulder. "Or just... persuasive?"

Punch Up closed his eyes, letting himself relax, though every movement reminded him that maybe, just maybe, Coop had plans for a "future family" sooner rather than later. And honestly... he wasn't complaining.

A hesitant knock came at the door, barely louder than a whisper.

"Uh... guys?" Waterboy's voice called, sounding nervous. "I brought... um... water bottles? Coop mentioned being thirsty after—"

The door creaked open slightly, and Waterboy poked his head in, eyes squeezed shut as if bracing for something. Coop and Punch Up stared, caught off guard.

Punch up burst into laughter, loud and sudden, startling Waterboy. He flinched, eyes still squeezed shut.

"You can open them, Hermy," Punch up said, his laughter fading into a playful smirk. "We're... decent enough."

Waterboy cautiously peeked one eye open, then the other, face burning red. "Sorry! I— I'll just— I'll leave these here!" He placed the water bottles on the bedside table and bolted, the door clicking shut behind him.

Coop sighed, rubbed her temples. "Every. Single. Time."

Punch up grinned, nudging her gently. "Admit it Coop, It's part of the charm."

Coop just groaned, burying her face in the pillow as Punch up cackled, rolling onto his side and draping an arm over her again.

"Maybe we should lock the door next time," Coop muttered, muffled by the pillow.