#the phrase 'oh she's a girl? but she doesn't have earrings' was something mom heard more than once

[black-rose-writings]

I'm thinking about getting my ears re-pierced, so I'm doing some research on it and I found this really funny thing.

An article from a jewelry store (it's the first thing that pops up when I googled surgical steel alergy, which I am pretty sure I have) says, in the same sentence that nickel allergies (which are typically the cause of bad reactions to iron-based alloys) are very rare and then they say 10% of the population has some form of it. That's not very rare. That's 1 in 10 people. In medication side effects lists, 1 in 10 is considered common.

So, yeah, fucking stupid ass jewelry website trying to sell their stupid ass jewelry by misleading their readers/customers.

[hentaimommi]

ʙᴀᴅ ʀᴇʟɪɢɪᴏɴ. | ᴅᴀʙɪ (× fem! reader)

Warnings: none, just fluff!

Summery: Dabi, a single dad working as a tattoo artist, has come to find himself warming up to his little girls kindergarten teacher. No quirk AU. we'll call her Eri for the sake of my sanity!

[A/N]: idea from @/ mailorderfriend on tiktok! she inspires me soooo much :) sorry for the length lmao- I normally try for well over 1.k words

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There was a strong stigma around being a single parent. Thoughts of someone dying, divorce, and overall unhealthy connections when trying to guess why someone's single. Dabi, however, didn't mind it. He worked a simple 17-23:00pm at a local tattoo shop, coming home to his daughter was the highlight of his day.

Eri was the product of a one-night stand. The woman had gotten pregnant, not opting to tell him. Nine months after this encounter, he was only stepping outside to go to work. Upon opening the door, though, a little girl sat in a basket; crying in confusion. Dabi was just as confused as the child, though, until reading the note in the basket. It stated details of the night he once had, along with the pregnancy timeline. In the basket too were positive pregnancy tests and ultrasounds.

From then on he took care of her. He would take her to work, where women would gawk at the adorable baby. Until she became a toddler, in which he left her with his mother and father to look over her for the duration of his shifts. Everything went smooth, up until the first day of her Kindergarten year.

He walked through the doors with the shy girl, leading her through to the main room of people. Eri was a sweet girl, but very shy for her age. The children gave Dabi odd stares, some being fearful of his tattoos and piercings; all intimidating enough as it is. He felt ashamed in a way, but Eri never seemed to mind her father's appearance.

As he walked her into her class, his eyes met with the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. She had (H/C) hair, gorgeous (S/C) skin, and (E/C) orbs to top it all off. She wore a black dress and matching black heels. She didn't look so bad. His cheeks flared up when he noticed Eri looking up at him watching the teacher closely.

Her small hand signaled for him to lean down, so he did. "Daddy, do you have a crush on my teacher?" Her question so innocent. "Um- no, I don't baby." She nodded, eyeing him with reluctant suspicion. Damn, this kid was so smart. "Hello! Who's this?" A voice like carmel vocalized over Dabi's ears, making him look up. It was you.

"O-Oh! I'm Dabi Todoroki. This is my daughter, Eri." She hid behind his leg, peering out to her classmates who were getting all of their things assembled and wishing goodbyes to their parents so easily. She felt envious of them, so easy to just move on and start life. "Well hello Dabi and Eri! I'm miss (L/N), I'll be your teacher this year. Say, Eri, do you like legos?" You asked, crouching down face-level with the girl.

She looked up to her dad, who was already staring at the woman in some form of admiration. "Yes!" Her grip on Dabi's pant leg loosened, making him nearly admire the woman in front of him. It was so hard to get Eri out of her shell, she had done it nearly instantly. "Let's go play with some, okay? You can wish dad here a goodbye, and he'll see you very soon." She looked up to Dabi once more, nervous. He gave the kid a little nod, gesturing her forward.

Eri ran over to the legos, where many kids already were. Her heart content with as many pieces of her desire were before her. "So, does her mom work?" You asked, folding your arms, then looking out to the kids. Dabi raised a brow, turning to face you. "Why, you wanna fill the position?" His smirk was the only thing giving away the joke, making you laugh. "I'm a single dad, she doesn't know who her mom is, unfortunately. A good kid, that one." He spoke, reminding himself how innocent and sweet Eri was. You laughed, looking up to him and smiling. His tattoos were nice, all well-done and well placed, too. The piercings were a fantastic accent to his look, too, with the white hair and all.

From then on out Dabi stayed loyal to helping his little girl in school. Her homework would always get done, all questions answered. When the beautiful teacher needed a chaperone, he was always by her side. Over time Dabi figured out the reason for this wasn't as selfless as he attempted to make it seem in his head. The truth was, overtime, he had developed a crush on the teacher. No, not just a crush. Feelings for her. She was smart and funny, knew how to take a joke. She stood up for herself- and those motherly instincts shine right through her like a bright light.

After their first date, he truly believed it was fate that brought them together. Never had he felt so helplessly vulnerable in someones presence before. Her mind was so powerful, talking to him like he was an equal and somehow always on a new topic. Eri had no clue he had taken her teacher out on a date, not that she believed her dad didnt have a crush on the woman.

Things progressed slowly. Eri was shocked to come home off the bus one day, and find you on the couch. Why were you there? How had you beaten her home? She sat her things down carefully, you hadn't noticed her till a small smack of the door was heard through the silence. "Oh, hi Eri! How's my star student?" You asked, and you really meant it. She progressed at a first grade level. "Why are you here miss (F/N)? And, I'm okay!" Her sweet smiled nearly made you faint as she sat down in front if you.

"Oh well," You started, Dabi walking in wide eyed at the two of you acting so calmly together. "Your father and I have something to discuss with you, sweetie." Your voice was so calming, you could have lulled both of them to sleep. She tilted her head as Dabi sat next you, analyzing how natural you two looked together. You could almost pass as her mother. "Well, miss (L/N) is going to move in with you! You can call me (F/N), if you like. Dabi- I mean, your daddy and I, have decided we have SUCH big crushes on each other, we just had to spend as much time as possible together." You said it so sweetly, he admired how you phrased every word.

Eri looked away in thought, Dabi's hand finding your own in reassurance for her response. "Okay! But, there's one thing." She spoke, pointing her finger out. You smiled, "Yes?" She looked to her father, then back to you. He looked happy. For the first time in her life, there were no bags under his eyes. The bottles that were usually on the counter were gone, and the house was spic and span. He had a small smile on his face, too, one she hadn't seen in a long time.

"Can I call you mommy?"

[omoghouls]

Uuuuuuh- context: Felix is a tired, kinda very disturbed old, not really human man and Olli is mom friend(tm) who is concerned.

Aka: this started as self indulgent omo then became this,,,ramble??

Oh and

Olli looks like this:

Felix looks like this:

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'Drip'

'Klunk'

'Drip'

'Klunk'

Felix blinked slowly, leaning against the counter as he watched the water of the faucet hit the bottom on the sink. He stifled a yawn as he took whistling kettle off the stove.

He poured the boiling water into the oat mixture, stirring aimlessly as he looked off to the distance. He wasn't sure if he was tired or already drained of the rest he had managed to scrounge up.

A soft knock echoed through the hall, catching his attention and breaking him out of thought.

He turned his head, craning a bit to look down the hallway,"Come in!" Felix called, turning his attention back to bowl of porridge, folding the mush with his spoon.

The door clicked open. A ginger haired woman peeked around the frame before stepping in.

The man tilted his head, "Good morning Mrs. Ivanov, you are here rather early. You do know market doesn't open 'til 10?" Felix explained as he sat down at the table, watching the woman hang her jacket before walking into the kitchen.

"I know."

"Oh, well, very fortunate to hear so," he said, glancing to his breakfast, "if you know of this, why are here at this hour? Is, is something troubling you, Olli?"

Olli nodded, pausing, trying to find her words.

"We need to talk about something, about you."

Felix felt his heart sink. He looked at her for a moment before shoveling a spoonful of the oatmeal into his mouth to preoccupy his tounge.

Olli sighed, "Felix, we cant keep beating around the bush about this, issue," the woman said as she sat besides the man.

Felix made a face as he swallowed, "I wish you wouldn't call it that Oliva, it was just a, freak occurrence as they say."

"That happens every night?"

"Not every night."

"Then how many times huh? If not nightly then why is the washer always going when I come over?" She said, guestruing loosely to the whirling sound coming from the ajar door.

"You always stop in when I'm doing my landury," he shrugged.

"Felix you live alone how much landury could you possibly have?"

He looked down, unable to answer. Or rather, not wanting to.

Olli sighed, pulling the bowl away from the man, her hand brushed against his.

"Fe, talk to me?"

"It's only recent," Olli's eyes met his when he slowly spoke.

"Or it feels as if it is new, time doesn't have the same concept for me no longer," his brow furrowed for a moment, "All I know is one night I woke up to wet sheets and it's been a vicious cycle ever since."

Olivia's gaze softened as she pulled her hands to rest under her chin, listening intently to the man.

"Are you drinking a lot before bed?"

Felix shook his head, "I have been limiting myself when I plan on sleeping."

"Plan on?" Her face scrunched up, "Felix don't tell me you're going on sleep strikes again," she said, disappointment in her tone.

The man raised his shoulders to his ears as he turned his head, "I would, rather not rest many of the nights because," he paused.

"Because?" Olivia repeated, as to engage the man to speak further.

Her head tilited when she heard the muffled, mumbled answer. She scooted closer, gently placing her hand over his.

"Her."

"Her?" She repeated.

Felix turned away, pulling his hand away to rub at the gaunts of his eyes with a small sigh as he placed his glasses to the side.

"It's always the same thing, we're at the riverbank, it's a marvelous afternoon. Just the four of us, basking in the mid-day heat. The girls are chasing butterflies," a small smile creeps over his lips as he glances up, "They always saw them as messengers to the fairy realm."

Olli nodded, letting him take it at his own pace.

The smile slowly faded.

"Her and I, we are seated on a fallen tree, blissfully unaware of the approaching turmoil," he takes a small breath, "She presses my hand over her stomach, letting me feel the kicks of our soon to be arrival. I look back to her face but," he pauses, desperately trying to swallow the lump in his throat, "it is not her. It is not her. It is a rotting corpse, and, and her jaw unhinges as she let's out an unholy scream, and," his voice trailed, knuckles whitening from his grip on the table.

Olli blinked slowly, her eyes widening slightly as she watched tears roll down the man's face.

"Oh Felix, sweetheart," she cautiously began, hand hovering over his arm before letting it land, rubbing it over his arm.

The man felt her gently nudging him to a standing position, his head resting on her chest as a sob escaped his mouth. Olli smoothed his hair, holding the weeping man close.

"There, there, it's good to let these things out, just let it all out dear," she soothing spoke, murmuring the final phrase over and over.

Eventually the loud cries turned to quiet hiccups, the man gripping onto her shoulder.

"There we are, better?" She asked, lifting his chin up with her finger, gazing softly at the tear stained cheeks of the man.

Felix nodded, ducking his head back onto her shoulder, hiding as he sniffled.

Olli ran a hand over his back, "Standing cannot be fun, how 'bout we sit on the couch, hows that sound, good?"

Felix just let her guide them both to the couch.

"Here we go, more comfortable for an old sack of bone like you."

Felix let out a strained chuckle as Olli situated him. He winced as Olli peeled him of her. Quickly he slapped his arm over his eyes, breaths shallow as he tilted his head backwards.

Olli's brow quirked from the reaction of the man. She glanced to her blouse, instantly spotting the black substance that stained a large area. Her lips parted into a soft "Oh". Olli glanced around, eyes locking on the throw blanket.

"Does it hurt?" She asked as she placed the blanket over her lap.

Felix nodded, pressing his arm further into his sockets.

"Bleed them out, forming back," he loosely explained.

She tilited her head, "Hearing that eyes need to grow back from anyone else would be, alarming," she paused, gently helping him lay his head on her lap, "But from you? It's just, you," she mused, running her fingers through his raven coloured locks while he covered his face.

The two sat in silence, save for the white noise of the voice on the television. Olivia hummed as Felix slowly started to stir, rubbing at his sockets. He blinked, adjusting to the light as he moved his hands.

Olli smiled, rubbing her thumb over his cheekbone.

His blackened sclera engulfed his pupils, small blotches of purples and blues swirled around the white speckles that dotted along the length of his iris. A tiny vortex.

Both of their heads turned when the buzzing tone of the dryer sounded.

Felix let out a sigh as he began to sit up; freezing when he felt himself being sat back down.

"I've got it. You just rest."

The man simply slumped back, too exhausted to protest. Felix turned, resting his chin on the cushion as he watched her saunter down the hall, vanishing into the laundry room. He picked at the frayed strings while he listened to the distant shuffling and humming. Chewing on his bottom lip

"And there we are, folded and ready for you to fix your bed later." she said as she walked into the common room, basket balanced on her hip as she saw the man.

Olli set the basket down as she moved back to the couch, a smile on her face aa she leaned in, coming face to face.

"Here," she said as she pushed his spectacles over the bridge of his nose.

She assumed he was looking at her when his crows feet crinkled as he smiled.

"Thank you," he murmured softly as he sat up, grasping to the coffee table for stability for a moment as he stood.

"Well then, market should be open by now, shall we get going?" He quickly added on, not wanting to leave an open space.

Olli folded her arms over her chest, she knew exactly what the man was doing. But, she couldn't nessicarly blame him for wanting to skim around this.

'Later,' she thought, 'We aren't finished this.'

"Absolutely," she finally said as she walked back to the hanger, "Maybe if we're lucky Maria will be selling that jam you like."

Felix hummed as he tugged his overcoat on, opening the door to Olli as she stepped out of the home.

She glanced to the side as the older man slipped into the passenger's seat. He looked out the window, the bags under his eyes more prominent in the natural light. She bit her tounge as she turned the key, starting the engine,rolling down the dirt path and starting down the road.

'When I get him back home,' she promised to herself.

[irepookie]

Infinity Chapter 5: IT CAN'T BE LIKE THIS FOREVER

Summary: QUEEN AU where Roger Taylor (aka Rowan Queen) is a young single dad struggling to make it into music industry.

Warnings: not really. Just fluff, sappiness and swear words here and there

Disclaimer: I don't own the pictures. The boys are based on Queen, but Piper, Gina and Callie are mine.

Chapter 5: Basically Row's and Piper's first day on their own, narrative shifting from normal to Row's inner train of thought.

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Throughout his life, Row would regularly look back with infinite fondness and amusement at the first day he spent on his own with his daughter.

But today, as both him and his week old infant cried in each other's ears, he didn't think either of them would make it through another 24 hours, let alone long enough to look back and laugh at it.

He thought he wouldn't get to the end of the parenting book he was with at the moment with his sanity intact.

He had read many books that contradicted each other. And this one was no exception.

Some said to follow a feeding schedule.

Others to do so whenever she'd demanded it.

Some said that bathing was bad for the umbilical cord.

Some others recommend to rub it with alcohol to help it fall early.

And others said not to touch it. To simply leave it alone.

Then there was Callie and her usual phrase echoing on his head "The best thing is to follow your instincts".

But that didn't help a damn either cause his instinct was messed up.

He had also read somewhere that sharing bed was good at the beginning. That it helped preventing SIDS.

Then on the next book, that sharing room was fine at first, but that bed was a risk factor in SIDS.

But hold on.

What the hell was SIDS?

They mentioned it everywhere. He went through all the pages until he found it, only to be left breathless when finding out what what it stood for:

Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.

Whose exact cause was still unknown , and although there were some preventive stuff to do -on which, by the way, all the bloody books differed- there was nothing 100% safe.

So, they meant his little Piper could just fucking die for no goddamn reason, and he wouldn't be able to do nothing about it? What the fuck! It wasn't fair!

So he found himself on the phone, dialing the number he always recurred to in times of trouble.

"I think I broke her, mom" he said as soon as he heard her pick up.

"You can't break a person, Row"

"Well, there's a first time for everything."

"Don't be overdramatic. You didn't expect it to be easy, did ya? Or you thought she was gonna be like a doll, huh? Like those that have a switch for when you get tired of playing house?"

"No but I didn't think... I mean she was much quieter in the hospital."

"Well, darling, she must have sensed the move or something."

"You mean she doesn't like my place?"

"No, you silly. Although there's room for improvement in the style... But that's not the point. She just needs time to get used to it. Also I bet she can sense your unease."

"Uh?"

"Babies have this sixth sense when it comes to the emotions of those around them. Specially mother's... Or well, in this case, you. So if she senses you're frustrated, she'll get more distressed."

"Oh." was all he could say.

"Where is she now?"

"She's right..." He looked down at the bundle he had been holding and rocking only to realize it was a bunch of dirty clothes.

Where was she? Had he lost his daughter after 5 hours? Fuck! Fucking idiot

For a moment, he forgot where he had put her and a million terrifying thoughts flashed on his head.

She wasn't crying at the moment.

And that was good.

Right?

Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was the worst thing.

Maybe one of the pillows on the sofa had fallen over her and suffocated her.

Or maybe he had mistaken her for a dirty bundle of clothes and put her in the laundry and...

"Rowan?"

"She's asleep on the bed." He suddenly remembered, peering at his bedroom to check he was right. He was. She was asleep, right in the middle of the mattress, exactly where he had placed her 10 minutes earlier.

"Then take this chance and sleep. You're good at sleeping."

It was definitely a good idea. So he hung up and tiptoed to the bedroom. He reached the bed and froze, trying to think of a way of climbing in without startling her awake.

Maybe the matress sinking at his weight woke her up. And if he got past that, perhaps if he dared to move or rolled in his sleep, he'd wake her up... Or worst; he had heard about the hundreds of kids that died overnight suffocated by their parents.

No. He decided he couldn't sleep with her.

So he got the bunch of dirty clothes and laid on the floor besides the bed, using the bundle as a pillow. He fell right off to sleep.

He woke up four hours later, and the room was still silent.

Shouldn't she need something? Shouldn't she have woken me up?

Once again, a feeling of fear invaded him as he jumped to his feet, and put a small mirror in front of her nose to make sure she was still breathing.

She was.

He sighed with relief and pecked her forehead before tiptoeing out.

He decided to make a sandwich or something, cause his stomach was roaring. Halfway through eating it, he ran his eyes through the parenting book he had left opened on the counter:

<<If your baby sleeps 4 straight hours or more wake them up for a feed; otherwise they could become dihydrated...>>

Fuck. She had been dozing for 4 hours and 20 minutes.

So he hurried into the bedroom, and leaned over the tiny bundle, a smile escaping his lips. She did know how to sleep after all. And she looked like an angel. So peaceful. Calm. It almost hurt him to disturb her. But he had to.

"Hey lil'raisin. C'mon, it's snack time" he said, gently lifting her up. "Hey, lovie. Wake up" he knew one thing he shouldn't do under any circumstances: shake her. Or make harsh movements. As that would lead to Major Danger #2:

Shaken Baby Syndrome. And that was under his control.

So he blew on her cheek instead and got her to open her eyes "Hey, Sleeping Gorgeous" he greeted, holding her up so they were face to face.

She looked up at him, directly into his eyes and something inside him melted.  

Perhaps she had finally settled. Maybe now they were both fresh and rested she'd go easy on him. He could do this.

But then her face scrunched up and she whined.

"Oh no, no, no, baby, what is it? Don't cry. Don't cry. C'mon." Then he felt a warm liquid on his hand. "Okay, okay, message received. Let's do this"

He got a towel and unswaddled her, hoping he'd be able to remember how it was done afterwards and praying for it only being number one. It was, but he hadn't folded the nappy correctly and it had leaked all over the onesie, the blanket and... His duvet.  Goddamn it.

He sighed. If he kept calm, she'd sense it. "Okay, me darl. Shh. Hold on a second.  Where... Where've I left the nappies? Where?" He looked around the room but no sight of the pack. Shit. Last time he had changed her in the living room? So it had to be there. "Okay, hang on a minute sweets. I'll be right back" he ran out to get the pack, as the wailing got louder.

"Alright. Alright. I've got it, I've got it. I'm here. Hush" he managed to do it surprisingly fast and without new incidents. "Alright, alright. Almost done. C'mere." He lifted her up, checking the nappy was properly sealed, and went to the kitchen area where he had left the last clean onesie.

On his way, he found the pinky he had been looking for earlier as well "Hey look at this. Here it was." he washed it with water and put it in her open mouth. She began to suck instinctively, calming down.

Thank. Fucking. Goodness.

He sighed in relief.

He could do this.

He laid her down in the kitchen counter, so he could wash his hands, throw his wee stained t-shirt to the washer and unfold the onesie. She squirmed a little, but kept quiet.

"Alright, let's put this on you. Please don't squirm too much, darling. I don't want to hurt you." he pleaded.

"Okay, it's all done" he announced 10 minutes later, when he finally managed to button up all the miniscule buttons on the onesie. Bloody miniscule buttons made for small mothers' hands.

"What's next? Oh yes, bottle. Alright. Coming right up"

Just when he had put the bottle to warm up, she spit the pinky, and began fussing. "Hey, love , here" he put it back, but she spit again. "You ain't buying it, are you? You're hungry, and the pinky isn't fooling you." He chuckled "Clever girl. Alright, it's almost done so don't worry, okay? It's almost there" he took her back into his arms, and paced around until the microwave beeped.

He made a mental note to never again waking her up before the bottle was done.

Never again.

"Okay Princess. Here's your cocktail, made with love." he announced, as he carried her to the couch and sat down, propping her up and watching as she immediately sucked into the nipple, face relaxing instantly.

"Yea, you were hungry right? That's what happens when you sleep through lunch time. I hope you've learned your lesson, and that next time, you let me know alright?" He grinned, as a hand closed around his hair.

But she suddenly pulled away from the nipple and began to  fuss again, halfway through the bottle "What? That's all? You're done? So much impatience for half a bottle? No, you've gotta keep going. C'mon" he offered the nipple, and she rejected it, hand pulling his hair

"Ow! Ow! Pips, no honey. Let go. C'mon. C'mon dear, let go." he set the bottle aside and used his free hand to untangle hers from his hair. She cried louder. "Hey, okay, okay, you can pull my hair off if you keep quiet. Uh? Deal?" He got more cries in response. His face fell.

"But you never did this in hospital. You didn't give Daddy hell like this. Why now? Why do you do this when I'm all alone? Am I such a bad dad? I mean I'm following every step. I'm doing my best. Please give me a break" he pleaded, changing her to an upright position.

He was doing nothing wrong, was he? He was doing everything just like he had been taught in hospital.

Well except maybe...

He had an idea and laid her on the couch "Alright, shhh. Let's try this one" he said, unbuttoning her onesie again, -making a mental note to ask Len if he could get him some bigger ones that wouldn't take forever to deal with- and bringing her back to his chest. She instinctively snuggled up, and quieted within seconds at the contact of both their skins.

And he didn't know if he wanted to laugh or cry. "So you just wanted this? Well you should've said so earlier." He did both, out of amusement and relief.

Fuck he had cried more these past 7 hours than in the entire last decade. It was ridiculous, really. That someone so little could have such a big effect on him.

"So, where were we hon?" He offered the bottle and this time she did latch, body glued to his, and grey piercing eyes looking right through him, as if she was staring at his soul, as if she was reminding him why he was doing all this. And all the  worries that had crowed him until that moment, just disappeared.

I can do this.

He didn't detach her from his chest for the rest of the day, as that seemed to keep her at peace and he didn't mind it. Rather enjoyed it.

So he changed his peed sheets and threw the nappy away, made himself some coffee and broke the mug in the process, as he struggled to do the whole thing with one hand. Then he had to pick it up and cut himself off with one of the shattered pieces.  However, he didn't mind: it was worth it as long as she remained undisturbed.

"Are you two better?" Mom asked when she called in the evening.

"Yes, yes. We're... We're alright. Got the ultimate trick. I think we came to an understanding."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Where is she, by the way?"

"Right here." he pressed his lips on the top of her head, rested on his shoulder.

"Has she eaten properly?'

"Aye. Then spat some of it on me and... Yea. I think she's good." she had finished both bottles fairly quickly.

"And you? How are you eating?"

"Managed to eat half a sandwich. So not too bad."

"Finish it."

"I'm fine, mother."

"Row by neglecting yourself you're putting her in danger too. So eat properly and stay sane for the sake of you both, okay?"

He sighed. "Alright. I'll finish the stupid sandwich."

"And eat some food or whatever. Vitamins."

"Shit, this is like being 10 again."

They hung up and Row did as told, in spite of himself. Mom had a point.

So he finished the sandwich and grabbed an apple, eating it in bites, chewing it slowly and as silently as possible so he wouldn't disturb his daughter.

Damn it was cold. He'd have to turn the heat on, which he never did cause the bill afterwards was terrifying. But hell, both of them were half naked in February. And he had already spent a fortune on that prune sized person, might as well keep her alive and warm.

Then he laid down with her cuddled on his bare chest as she breathed in uneven, scary patterns, which Callie had told him were normal.

And soon, he found they were breathing in sync, every breath he took was three of hers. Or 5. Or none.

But it was normal, he reminded himself. Her breathing system has to develop still. She's fine.

He was exhausted, but completely wakeful at the same time, cause he was hypnotized by the sight of his little sleeping prune.

Like he would be countless nights in the future.

Because there was no better remedy for panic, no better way to put his thoughts in order and make him feel the strongest, happiest man on Earth than the sight of his daughter sleeping.

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As always, a big Heya to my only reader friend, @definitely-darcy. As you know I'm nervous about this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it a lot. So I hope you like It.

Xx ~Pookie