Psych Fan Fiction ❯ A First Time For Everything ❯ One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own Psych.

 

This story is dedicated to my nephew, Eli, who is six months old today.

 

Gus smiled brightly at him and Shawn instinctively knew he was doomed. “Meet your goddaughter,” the pharmaceutical salesman ordered in that same gooey voice he'd been using for the past six months. The psychic tried to protest, but Gus merely shoved a warm, pink-clad thing into his arms. Big, brown eyes stared up at him and Shawn found himself unable to look away.

 

Distantly, he heard his friend wander off to speak to a nurse, but he was too busy focusing on the baby to care. Two tiny fists flailed about and, compulsively, Shawn formed a fist with one hand. Carefully arranging the baby in the other arm, he touched his fist against the infant's. She flailed her arms again, accidentally initiating another fist bump. He smiled, already planning how to further corrupt the child he held.

 

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