Inspired by the fan theory that Qrow is Ruby's biological father.
Summer Rose sighed heavily as she looked out her window. The freshly fallen snow covered the front yard of the humble home she shared with her husband.
"Qrow where are you?" Summer whispered aloud.
Come on. You know where he is. Stop lying to yourself.
After another half hour of waiting and another heavy sigh Summer decided to head up to bed.
It will be easier to deal with Qrow is he thinks you're asleep.
As Summer ascended the stairs she heard the door creak open behind her and a familiar voice chuckle.
"Hiya, rose dust."
Summer smiled weakly as she turned around to face her husband. "You're home."
"Course I'm home," Qrow murmured, kicking the door closed behind him. "Where else would I go?"
Summer walked over to greet Qrow with a kiss. She could smell the alcohol on him before she even embraced him. She couldn't hide the look of disgust on her face and Qrow, even in his drunken state, noticed it.
"What's wrong, Sum? The baby ok?"
Summer closed her eyes and nodded. She placed her hands on her stomach. "The baby's fine, Qrow. It's you I'm worried about."
"No. No. You don't worry about me, baby. You worry bout yourself and our lil rosebud," Qrow said giving Summer a reassuring smile.
Summer smiled weakly. She'd never been able to resist Qrow's charming, lopsided grin.
"I can't help but worry about the father of my child," she told him. "I want you to be here…to be sober when the baby gets here."
"This again?" Qrow scoffed as he moved to sit on their couch. He kicked off his boots. "Summer I don't have a drinking problem. I go out for drink every now and again. I can hold my liquor just fine."
It was true that Qrow had a high tolerance for alcohol. He rarely seemed drunk no matter how much he drank. This worried Summer to no end.
"You've never been able to see when enough was enough in any part of your life," Summer said sternly. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that this is any different."
"You're mad at me."
"I'm not mad at you Qrow, just disappointed."
"Well, now you sound like my mother."
"At least I'm acting like a parent!"
"Guess neither of the Branwen twins were cut out to be parents," Qrow said. His voice wavered as if the statement was spoken with the last bit of energy he had.
"I wouldn't be here still if I thought that were true," Summer said, sitting down next to Qrow.
"Please don't leave me," Qrow sniffed, snuggling next to Summer.
"Leave you? Why would I do that?"
"Cause I'm not a good father."
"You're going through a rough time right now. We all are."
"Don't leave me, Sum. Don't take the baby away from me," Qrow continued to whine. He pressed a gentle kiss to Summer's growing belly. "I love our lil…little girl."
"It's ok, Qrow," Summer said gently as she pet Qrow's messy hair. She sighed softly at her husband's condition. "It's not like you do this often."
That's a lie and you know it, Summer. He's done this every night since Raven left.
Qrow nuzzled his face against Summer's stomach. "Promise you won't take her away from me?"
Summer sighed. "I promise. We aren't going anywhere."
Where would I go?