Title: Greater Gift
Characters: Summer Davis-Dylan, Jimmy Page, baby Page
Word Count: 1,648
Rating: NC-17 [drug use, sex]
Warnings/Spoilers/Summary: It's Father's Day, 1979, and Jimmy is mixing In Through the Out Door at his home studio at Plumpton Place. Summer gets him out of the studio for awhile. Contains spoilers.


June 17th, 1979, London

Though he had been raising his son with Summer for eight months, Jimmy did not consider himself a father and certainly not a daddy. Surprisingly, he had remained fairly active in the boy’s life, far more than Scarlet’s young life. That likely had to do with the fact he lived and loved Summer still.

But neither of those were on his mind as he snorted another line of fine white powder, tucked away his ornate ceramic urn, and turned back to the song he was working on. Mixing the album was almost done, then he could have the band over to listen to it. Hopefully, his long days and nights in the studio would yield something the band would find acceptable.

Jimmy pressed play, his dark eyes focusing on the tape looping through the machine. Focused on the song as it played loudly through the speakers, he did not hear Summer slip into the studio. Her soft, sweet fragrance wafted pass him, making Jimmy close his eyes and wish she was with him. He could almost feel her, taste her. He could…

His eyes flicked open, believing the sensation of lips on his neck were in fact true. Brilliant blue eyes met his before kissing his lips. He smiled and gently pulled her into his lap. They kissed for a few more minutes before he remembered what he was doing, ended the kiss, and quickly switched off the tape.

“I don’t want to interrupt…” Summer trailed off.

Jimmy met her gaze, “You are never an interruption, my princess.”

She smiled and kissed him quickly, “I don’t want to distract you from your work but I haven’t seen you for a few days. I miss you.”

“Days? I’ve only been in here a few hours,” he argued.

“No, love,” she stated cautiously. “Today is Sunday. You came in here to work on Tuesday. The only reason I knew you were still up and functioning is I heard you making smoothies at odd hours.”

He sighed, “Days?”

Summer nodded, “Can you maybe set it aside for awhile and spend some time with me and James?”

“Where is James now?”

She smiled crookedly, “Down for his nap.”

“Oh really?” he smiled lasciviously, his finger trailing down the row of small buttons of her shirt.

“He’ll be asleep for at least an hour, so there’s time for just you and I to…”

He did not need her to finish her thoughts as his own had already jumped to conclusion. While he wanted to finish mixing the last track, the pretty blond girl’s smile and kiss slowly melted away his resolve and aroused his body. It did not take long for the drugs bubbling in his veins to shift their intentions. Jimmy wanted to love her quickly, right then and there, but before he could bunch up her long skirt around her waist and ease into her, Summer pivoted out of his lap. Her eyes flicked to the mixing board, nonverbally instructing him to turn it all off.

With Jimmy’s studio shut down and the door locked behind so as to take no chances with the album tapes, the couple returned to the house proper. They barely made it inside before Jimmy pulled Summer to him passionately and began to tear her clothes off. No protests left her lips as her skirt left her hips. Jimmy growled animalistically and pressed her against the wall. He freed himself from his own clothing and thrust into her body. They coupled quickly and passionately, both crying out in orgasm not much later. He kissed her deeply for a few minutes before pulling away and helping her re-dress.

His lips brushed hers quickly, “I love you, my princess.”

She smiled, “I love you too. Let’s go see if our son is awake yet. I know he’d love to see you.”



Seated on the sofa, Jimmy watched as James crawled around on the floor. Though feeling a bit awkward with being completely responsible for the young boy while Summer prepared dinner, there was an odd sense of pride in watching his son. Maybe it had something to do with the fact he never truly took care of Scarlet, but watching the boy navigate around the furniture towards a pile of soft toys truly touched Jimmy’s heart. The boy seemed to have his mother’s sense of wonderment about everything. As James sat down and picked up one of his toys, causing the rattle inside the stuffed animal to shake, his father smirked. He was surprised to feel such affection towards the boy, but did not know why he found it such a surprise.

With the toy held firmly in his toothless mouth, James turned and crawled towards his father. Reaching Jimmy, he sat back down and lifted his hands over his head. Before the guitarist could reach down to lift the young boy, James’s fingers clutches his father’s pants and slowly pulled himself up. Jimmy’s eyes widened and a grin filled his face.

“Summer! Summer!” he called.

She hurried into the room, a spoon in her hand, “Yes?”

“Look!” he grinned down at their son.

Her eyes flicked to the little boy, shakily standing while holding onto his father’s pants, “Good boy, James.”

The little boy pivoted slightly to look at his mother. He smiled and the toy dropped out of his mouth. A moment later, his fingers released his father’s pants. The young boy’s legs wobbled and he quickly bumped down onto the floor. Normally when this happened it was not a big deal at all, however as close as he was to the coffee table, James rocked back and slammed his little head into the hard wooden leg. Both parents’ eyes widened and Summer jumped forward as the baby began to wail. Jimmy scooped up his son before Summer reached him, but the boy continued to cry and twist about in his father’s arms.

“I’ll take him. You can go finish dinner,” Summer declared, holding out the spoon.

While part of him wanted to prove that he was in fact a decent father, Jimmy accepted the switch. He remained seated on the sofa for a few moments while Summer rocked and hushed the crying boy. His eyes focused on his fiancée and their son, marveling at the bond between mother and son. With a smile, Jimmy leaned over and kissed Summer and then James before getting up to finish dinner.

Calling for Summer a few minutes later, Jimmy set the table. With their son cradled against her chest, nursing, the young woman entered the dining room and slid into her chair. Jimmy blinked as he looked at mother and son, unaware that James still nursed. When he considered it, he had no idea when a child stopped nursing and started eating. He also had never seen a mother eat while her child nursed, but there was something so natural in the way Summer interacted with their son that he could not complain.

The three finished dinner together and Jimmy accepted his son from Summer. He checked the boy’s nappy and dressed him in his PJs. James gurgled and cooed, reaching for his father as he wiggled on the changing table. With a smile, Jimmy found a toy and shook it for the boy, getting a smile from the infant with the sounds of the small bells. He briefly wondered why he had missed such moments with Scarlet before. He had been a horrible father to her.

“Jimmy?” Summer’s soft voice interrupted his darkening thoughts.

He glanced over his shoulder, “Hello, princess.”

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“I just… I haven’t been a very good father,” he stated softly.

Summer stepped over and kissed him gently, “Tuck James into his bed. You have a phone call.”

“I do?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “So hurry up.”

Standing by as Jimmy tucked their son into his crib, she smiled. While he did not often take care of their son, watching him made her glow. He handled the boy almost as cautiously as he did the first few days after his birth. She said nothing as he laid the boy in his back and caressed his cheek before tucking the soft baby blanket around him. James continued to gurgle and babble, his unintelligible words somehow keeping Jimmy by his bedside.

“Dadda,” the baby finally babbled something they both understood.

The guitarist quickly looked to Summer, “Did he just…?”

She motioned back to the crib with her eyes silently.

Turning his attention back to the baby, Jimmy smiled at him, “That’s right, James. I’m your dad.”

“Dadda. Dadda. Dadda,” the boy repeated.

“That’s right, James. That’s right,” he grinned. “Now you be a good boy and go to sleep.”

Though he did not wish it, Jimmy moved away from the baby’s crib as the boy continued to repeat the word. Summer grasped his hand and led him from the room, turning off the overhead light. Leading him to the phone, she released his grasp and pointed at the receiver on its side on the side table. His dark eyes watched her return to the kitchen to finish cleaning up as he reached for the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Daddy!” a young girl’s voice chirped.

Jimmy smiled, “Hello, Scarlet.”

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! I love you!”

“I love you, too, Scarlet. Tell me how your school is.”

“Well…”

Leaning out of the kitchen, Summer’s blue eyes fell on Jimmy as he spoke on the phone with his young daughter. She instantly smiled before returning to her chores. He might not have know it was Father’s Day before, but now she knew he was feeling it. And that was a greater gift than anything she could have found in a store. He didn’t need a trophy that said ‘Greatest Dad Ever.’ He just needed to feel and hear that his children did love him, no matter what.