ShinigamiPOV

"Waaaaa! AH-H WA-AAH !"

I sat up slowly in bed-again-for the 7th time tonight. I made my way down the hall and into my son's room. He is 13 weeks old, named Death The Kid, and seems to enjoy wakening me up every hour or so.

"Shhhhh, It's okay. Shhh…" I mumbled as I picked him out of his black iron crib. As soon as he was in my arms he started to calm down. He rested his head on my chest and his cries started to choke to a stop. I held him for a few more seconds before I put him back in his crib. But, as soon as I turned around-

"WAAA-H Ah AH WAAAAAAA!" I felt a flair of anger. Why the hell can't I get any sleep! I just want to lay down in my bed and ignore his crying. My Bed. I smiled as I came up with a plan. I picked Kid up and carried him down to my room. I laid Kid in the middle of the bed. He began whimpering when I let go, but he calmed down when I laid down next to him. I tucked the sheets in around him and I, so he wouldn't fall out of bed.

"Good night, Kiddo." I mumbled groggily.

I opened my eyes and lazily looked at the clock- 10:26 A.M. I shot a glance over at Kid, who was still sleeping. Makes sense, when I want to sleep he cries, and when I want to get up he's quiet. I picked him up and cradled him in one of my big hands. I slowly walked down to our kitchen trying hard not to wake him. It didn't surprise me, that as soon as I sat him down-he woke up. I just sighed and picked him up. Maybe if I give him a bottle, he'll shut up! I held him in one hand and made a warm bottle for him with the other. I sat in a chair with bottle in one hand and Kid in the other. I tended to have a problem holding the bottle. I usually just ended up pinching it with two fingers. But, if I did that, it was hard getting it in Kid's mouth. Once, I had nearly poked him in the eye with his bottle. I tried to concentrate and block out his cries. And…Dam hit his chin. I tried again and….YES! Second try new record! He stopped crying and went to work sucking.

"Hungry little fella huh?" I murmured as I watched him greedily drink. It pained me how much he looked like his mother. He had the same fair skin, glowing amber eyes, and his little tuft of hair was a shiny black-just like hers was. Behind my mask, tears trickled down my cheek as I thought of her. She had loved kid so much, even though she knew giving birth to him would kill her. I was snapped back into reality as Kid let out a small burp after finishing his bottle.

"Excuse you."

"Gah ha haaa." He giggled. How the Hell is 'excuse you' funny? Kid was apparently laughing at my mask, he reached up and stuck his finger in one eye hole.

"OWW!" I instinctively brought both my hands up to cover my eyes.

"AAAAAAHHH! WAAAA-AAAAHH! MAAAAHAAAAAA-A! WAAAAAA!" Oh, SHIT! I quickly picked him up of the floor and hugged him to my chest.

"Shhhhh, It's okay, don't cry, I'm here. I've got you. I'm not going to drop you! Nah~!" He stared at me as his cries choked to a stop. That gave me and idea.

"Nah Nah~Dun DA~Bada-da Ba~~WaWa MAAA~!" He was giggling his head off. I smiled he likes it when I sing random noises, better remember that. While he was giggling, I looked him over to see if he was hurt. He looked okay. Then I smelt it. Oh God that's nasty. Yay, I get to change another dipper. I carried him over to 'the table'. I laid him down and changed him. While I was doing so, he kept going,

"Ah, Ah, Dh-dha, ahaw ow, AA AH!" Then he would giggle and do it again. I smiled. Kid is annoying as hell, but so dam cute!

"Well, I guess we need to go buy you some new cloths, huh?" He only had the black footie pjs my wife had made for him. I walked over to put him in the stroller when I realized how utterly stupid I would look. Me, Lord Death, Shinigami! Pushing a blue, lacey baby stroller that my dead wife picked out! I knew the stroller would be a lot easier then carrying him. But in sake of my ego, I opted to carry the little thing.

Kid fell asleep on the way there, and I guess to a few humans, it looked like I was carrying a dead child. A few mothers covered their child's eyes and just stared at me. I hate humans. So Stupid. When I opened the door to the baby store, a little bell went off-wakening Kid up. He sat up and looked around. I tried to ignore all the stares from the other shoppers and walked over to the boys' shirts area. Dam, why do there have to be so many choices?

"Pick out some you like." He looked at all the different styles and colors. Most of them looked so stupid. Like one hooodie with bunny ears on top. I prayed Kid wouldn't pick something like that! He pointed to something. I looked and he was pointing to a black button up shirt. I smiled, I would have picked that too. It continued like that, me walking around carrying him, he'd point. I ended up paying for: A black button up shirt, a black hoodie, a black tee shirt, 3 pairs of black pants, 3 pairs of black shorts, black socks, and a pair of black tennis shoes. Kid had fallen asleep in my arms again. The cashier looked at me, then at Kid. I swear she was thinking I took him from someone.

"Well? Are you going to ring me up or not?" I didn't like the way she was looking at Kid. She nodded dumbly and rung us up. I could feel her gaze as we walked away. Outside the store a crowd was forming. It consisted mostly of woman, screaming at me.

"Give the child back!" "He has a family somewhere!" "His mother would kill you if she could!" That one sent me over the edge.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" They all stared, well glared at me. My yell woke Kid up.

"Ahhho! Mh hm…" He stretched his arms and sat up. He noticed all the people staring and buried his face in my cloak. He was trembling. I Chopped my way through the crowd and ran home. I tossed the bag of cloths on the counter and gently rubbed Kid's back.

"Shhh, Those Dam bitches are gone. It's okay." He looked up at me with huge golden eyes.

"There's a good boy!~" I rubbed his cheek with the back of my hand. I walked to the kitchen and made him another bottle. It took me six tried to get it in his mouth. After lunch I took him into another room and turned the T.V. on. I sat with him on my lap watching, 'Tom & Jerry'. He looked up at my mash and reached for it. He grabbed one of the spikes on the bottom and pulled the mash off my face. He stared at my face for a few seconds before he stuck part of the mask in his mouth.

"Mhh, Hmhaa!" He mumbled and looked up at me. I smiled and ran my fingers through his little patch of hair. We stayed on the couch a little longer before I decided it was time for dinner. I think he was getting tired of my always missing his mouth with the bottle, so when I picked it up, he put both his hands (one of which still had my mask). On either side of the bottle and pulled it into his mouth. I smiled and he smiled back, causing a little milk to dribble down his mouth. I gave him a little kiss on his forehead. I kinda like not having my mask on, I could smile back at Kid and give his little kisses. After dinner I took him up to my room.

"I guess there's no point in putting you in your crib. You'll just keep crying until I let you sleep here huh?" He just giggled. I hugged him close to my chest. God, raising this Kid's gonna be hell, huh?