Tumblr drabble prompt: "Welcome to fatherhood," for Ogi. Requested by Clockworkspider
Everybody likes surprises, right? Well, not Ogi.
Parenthood wasn't for him. Of that, he was extremely sure.
For one, he led a dangerous life. Information was a lucrative business both selling and buying but not an honest one, and he had made more than one enemy throughout his life. Fiendish people who would not hesitate to jump him at the first chance given he didn't want anyone else involved in.
Another sound reason against settling down and start making small copies of himself was the fact that he then would have to pick someone—and have them actually pick him—rather than the far less complicated business arrangement he sometimes utilized at this one particular brothel he liked to visit from time to time. The girls were pretty, fairly clean, and never asked more of him than standard pricing.
An ideal agreement in his eyes.
Third and last, but by no means the least important reason, he didn't want kids.
They were far too bothersome; he simply held no desire to raise a couple of snot-nosed brats who cost a lot of money and constantly whined about getting his attention for one thing or the other.
So when he heard the unmistakable wailing outside from an infant, he simply grumbled and closed the window and wished the whoever it was out there would take their kid somewhere else so that he didn't have to listen to the miserable sound. Only, it didn't stop. It just kept going on and on, almost drowning out the sound of someone knocking on his door.
Blinking, he stood up to open the door, and almost tumbled backwards in pure shock of coming face to face with a newborn—red-faced, wrinkly, and clearly upset. So shocked was he, that it took him a second to see who was holding the screaming menace up in the air.
"I think this is yours," Won smiled gently while trying to hand the baby over to Ogi, who dodged the gift with his whole being.
What the—?
"I think you're mistaken, Won, but come inside," he invited them, scratching the back of his head, what else could he do?
"Nope, I apologise for my intrusion, and for being nosy, but I could not help but notice this darling little thing on your doorstep. There is basket too, and a note. I didn't read it, I promise," Won explained and sat down by the table.
Seeing Won making himself comfortable with the baby—who had calmed down now that someone was paying attention to it—Ogi could do nothing but stare. Won was cooing the baby who looking up at him, observing his features and listening to the sounds he was making.
Ogi shook his head and discreetly peeked out the door.
Yep, there was indeed a basket on his doorstep. He snatched it and closed the door quickly before looking inside. Besides a couple of small wraps for padding, the only thing left in there was a folded note.
'She is yours. Her name is Ame. Please; I beg you, take care of your daughter.'
Someone was playing a prank on him. He was not the father. The only girls he had been with were the brothel girls down the street, and they knew how to take care of business. Besides, he would have noticed if one of his favourites grew a belly over time.
Then, an image popped into his mind. an image of a young, poor girl he had befriended at the pub a while ago… Let's see. He wasn't sure exactly when but it had definitely been in autumn, because he remembered feeling cold, and summer had just started.
It added up.
Timeline wise, it matched.
Oh no.
He was so stunned by the small note that he hadn't noticed Won standing up again and walking up to him, peeking over his shoulder.
"Well, how about it. Welcome to fatherhood, Ogi," he smiled. "Oh, and I think perhaps she needs her bottom changed."