"Wan' milk," Nicolas informed, trotting into the kitchen area of his parents' ship. He first went to Nastasha, tugging on her pants. She smiled tiredly at him, her hand holding up her chin while she sat at the table with her husband and two of his most trusted friends. "Wan' milk."
Nastasha nodded, taking the spoiled child into her arms. She prepared him a small cup of milk, but when she went to hand it to him, Nicolas pushed it away.
"No," he said. "Don' wan' it."He pouted when his mother frowned at him. "Don' wan' it." He let out a cry, laying his head on her breast and hiding his face.
Nastasha's brow furrowed. "I don't understand you sometimes," she told the little boy.
"Daddy," the little boy squirmed, reaching for Argo. The man looked up with his usual glowering expression, but Nicolas knew his father by now and knew that it was not meant for him. With a sigh from the big man, Nicolas was accepted into his father's arms where he curled up and began to suck on his thumb. He played with Argo's shirt with his free hand while the big man spoke to his comrades.
After a while, with Argo growing increasingly frustrated, he reached down and gently plucked Nicolas' hand from his shirt, in which the boy took his finger like a baby would. He giggled when Argo tried tenderly to get away, and eventually his father gave up, setting him on the floor. It was only a matter of time before Argo began to feel bad as the child sobbed beside him.
"Wan' Daddy," he howled, standing at his father's side. He set himself against the man's leg and sobbed loudly, unaware of his father's worried attention to the boy. Nicolas stopped to look up at his father when the weight of one hand fell on his head, petting the hair there back. His father's friends both grinned at him and he did his best to hold onto his father's leg. "Mine," he told them in his best 'mommy' voice. "Daddy es mine!"
They laughed a little, and he cried louder when he thought that they were laughing at him. "Mommeeeeeeee!" he sobbed only to be lifted onto his father's lap. He clung tightly to his father, suddenly better, and sniffed. "No."
Argo looked apologetically at his companions, but they shook their heads. "We have things we forgot to do," one said, dragging the other out. They gave him looks that told him that they wouldn't be bothered until he spent time with his kid. Quality time with Nicolas had been rare lately, and his crew was finally putting their feet down.
With nothing else to do, Argo held the little boy and half listened to him chatter way. In his arms was the Bolt Gundam plush that the crew had made him for his third birthday. It was messy, but Nicolas loved it dearly. The way he saw it, daddy had the Bolt Gundam, so the little plush was him, and he would set it at Bolt Gundam's feet while his father climbed out of the cockpit.
"Dumo Kashu sed dat," the little boy told his father. Argo nodded, thought he hadn't the slightest clue was his child was talking about.
Nicolas scrambled up, setting his ear on Argo's chest with some trouble. When Argo realized, he pulled the child into a baby embrace and held him there, allowing the little boy to listen to his heartbeat. "It goes 'bump-bump, bump-bump, bump-bump,'" he informed his father, his Baby Bolt in his arms while he listened. "Da's a good bump."
Argo chuckled, watching the child. It was like this for a long while until Nastasha came to get the little boy for his nap, and the trouble started again. But this time, Argo could not help the little boy; Nastasha was loud when she was angry, and Argo needed to get back to work. Maybe when Nicolas woke up from his nap Argo would be done with work. Yes… He wanted to spend more time with him.
With that, he rushed off to finish his work quickly when the crying stopped.
A/N: Another Argo X Nastasha story. I should really try to write about someone else… Chibodee or George. But I probably won't.
Enjoy.
