"You," Albert said, silver-gray eyes locked on the form before him, "Are trouble. Not in trouble, of course, you're much too young for that yet, but Trouble incarnate. Have you nothing to say in your defense?" He wasn't actually expecting any sort of answer, but the giggling coo and gummy smile from the baby in the carrier sitting on the floor in front of him, bright pink bow stuck in a dusting of blonde hair was close enough to an answer for the reluctant grandfather to chuckle.

"I see how it is, Rosie-posie," he said, poking the baby's tummy and tickling her affectionately, watching as she shrieked and squirmed to try and get away, her little skull-and-crossbones shirt wrinkling with the motion. "I see how it is - you're Flynn's 'get out of trouble free' card. Just apply you to my care and off he can run while I'm distracted by just how adorable you are~."

The baby giggled again, kicking pink-sock covered feet that Albert just had to tickle - and then playfully grab, smiling brightly at his unexpected grandbaby. "Oh no," he teased gently, squeezing the little foot delicately, "I've got your foot, Rosie. I've got it, what will you do now?" The tiny blonde tried kicking out again, then waved her arms with a loud declaration of "Gah!"

Albert's reaction was instantaneous - he melted. Ever-so-carefully, he scooped up the infant and held her to him, rocking her affectionately and sighing. "You know, Rosie," he murmured, stroking the baby's fine hair and sighing, "I didn't want to be a grandfather already. I was too young to be a father, and then I found out my son repeated the one mistake I warned him against."
Rosie's response was to wrap her little arms around her grandpa's neck in a baby's version of a hug.
...Yep. Albert was gone. He had turned from man to mush, and he pulled the little baby back a bit so he could kiss her forehead. "Sweet little Rosie-Posie," he crooned, then shook his head and sighed. "And yet, foolish as he was, as unprepared as we both were - and still are - for your arrival... I can't say I regret it any more than my own, similar error. You're a precious little flower, Rosie-posie, and I love you very much."

Was he being sappy? Yes. Did he care? Not really, especially since nobody was here to watch - he and Rosie had the house to themselves for the afternoon, and Albert was bound and determined to enjoy it. He loved children, and Rosie in particular was a gift - an unexpected one, and one he dearly wish Flynn had waited before making, if just because his son was still living at home and didn't have a particularly solid career set up yet, but...

Well. She was here now, and that was really all there was to it. Flynn was making him rather proud with his efforts to be a good father despite the challenges, after all - and even if Albert didn't really agree with trying to make a metalhead out of a baby, he could cope with it for the most part. For now, though - for now, Rosie was entirely in his care.

"Come now, Rosie-posie, let'd get you changed into something a little less 'cutest spawn of the devil' and more the little princess you really are!" He had a few hours to play dress-up with the tiny blonde, and he'd be damned if he was going to miss the opportunity. And while he was at it, he'd need to find the good camera, too...

This was going to be wonderful!

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