A/N: So this is my first American Idiot fic so I hope it's okay, it's kind of short. Just wanted to thank iNvIsIbLe GiRl 12 for convincing me to write something for American Idiot (even though looking at my inbox it was around 3 months ago... sorry it took so long! And I promise I'll update my other stuff really soon too, it's been way too long since I've written anything not for school.) Anywho...

*Disclaimer* I don't own American Idiot. Honestly.

She hates me. The first time Will held his daughter in his arms she had looked up at him and cried, the noise pierced through him causing his stomach to churn and his heart to start racing. He'd had no idea what to do and was scared shitless, he had hardly ever even held a baby before. He was doing everything the nurses had instructed about holding her, he was supporting her head and cradling her softly but she was still crying, looking up at him as if it was all his fault, like she was terrified of him. She was so fragile, holding her in his arms he was afraid that she could break at any moment, and she could. Heather had made holding her seem so easy, the way just after she was born she had just taken her gently in her arms smiling as the baby's crying had calmed as she beamed down at her.

Why can't I do that? He'd wondered as he tried to calm the infant as she continued to scream. What did he even say to her? He and Heather hadn't even come up with a name yet for her. He tried making soothing shushing noises like he'd observed other parents do with young babies, bouncing her in his arms gently kissing her forehead but she continued to scream so loudly he was afraid she would wake up Heather. He just wanted her to stop crying, to stop hating him.

I can't do this. He thought as he walked out in the hallway so that his screaming daughter wouldn't wake up Heather. If he couldn't get her to stop crying how on earth was he supposed to do anything right? He wasn't cut out to be a father. He never wanted to be one. It was his own fucked-up mistake that had gotten him here, not choice and this poor kid was going to suffer because of it. He knew he couldn't be the father she deserved, because frankly he'd never wanted to be. If it wasn't for her he'd be in New York right now with Johnny, and he wouldn't have found out about Tunny joining the army and going to war through a stupid email.

But she is your daughter. He told himself. She'd grow to love him right? No matter how fucked-up he was? And he would grow to love her too, wouldn't he? Well he should, but at that moment he was terrified that that wouldn't happen and she'd end up resenting him forever because of it. But he would love her, maybe he already did. He looked down into her eyes, the same as Heather's. She was so small, so fragile, she needed to be protected. To stop crying.

"Will?" A voice came from the doorway to Heather's hospital room. He looked to see Heather standing in the doorway looking at him as he sat against the wall, his daughter cradled in his arms "What are you doing?" She smiled down at him sitting next to him.

"The baby, she wouldn't stop crying." He murmured "Didn't want her to wake you up. She won't stop crying."

"She did stop crying sweetie," Heather pointed out giggling looking at their daughter who was now asleep in his arms.

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