Chapter 1: Instinct
There was a loud wailing next door. It went on and on and on! The hybrid tried to shut out the sound but his sensitive ears picked it up anyway, along with the hushed voices of the distraught parents. Giving up on sleeping, Volga decided to just go next door and fix the problem since it didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.
After he knocked he heard the occupants scramble about the room, no doubt attempting to clean up a bit. Not that it really mattered. The door was thrown open and before the disheveled father could say anything the hybrid shouldered his way into the room. Beelined straight for the distraught mother. Firmly, yet surprisingly gently, took the infant into his own arms.
Then promptly stuck his finger inside the crying baby's mouth.
The effect was immediate and the wailing stopped.
"For Hylia's sake the baby is teething! Get a Nayru damned teether," the dragon hissed quietly as the pained infant finally found some relief and proceeded to sleep in his arms.
A/N: Volga is the jaded parent who had to deal with the same bullshit 387 times and is now the expert all novice parents flock to.
Disclaimer: Please don't stick your fingers or anything into a baby's mouth. That's just unsanitary and unsafe. Let them do it.
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