AN: I've been entertaining the idea of a story about Rowan and Aelin's child for a while now, but that was mostly going to center around the child, who I named Myshe (the y makes a long "i" sound). But this is a prequel and is mostly about Myshe as a baby, toddler and young child. Will contain Rowaelin fluff, but I've never written fluff before, so please tell me how I do! Updates are irregular.
A tiny child's wails woke Aelin up. She groaned, rolling over in her sleep. Her daugher, Myshette, was a four-month old, happy baby fae. Which meant a lot of work for Aelin and her mate, Rowan.
Aelin shook Rowan awake. He opened an eye and muttered something inaudible.
"What?" Aelin asked.
"She's crying," he mumbled. Aelin rolled her eyes. "That she is, buzzard. Could you please grab her?" Rowan opened both eyes and turned to face her. The corners of his lips twitched up.
If you give me a kiss, his eyes said playfully. Aelin rolled her eyes again.
"Rowan, our four month old is wailing her throat off and you want to kiss me?" Rowan nodded, still smiling.
"Or you could get her yourself," he offered. Aelin humphed. It was too cold to get out of bed. She leaned down and pressed her lips against Rowan's and felt him smile. Aelin wanted to punch him in the gut. But she couldn't, because he was her mate. She pulled away.
"Now go get Myshe," Aelin ordered. Rowan complied, walking to the bassinet across the room. He reached down and picked up his daughter, holding her head up, as she still couldn't hold it up herself. The baby screamed louder, wanting her mother. Aelin grinned, her eyes still heavy from lack of sleep.
"Sexist child," Rowan muttered. "I think I know what she wants." Rowan walked over to their bed and handed Myshe to Aelin. She pulled down the hem of her shirt-it was Rowan's actually-and laid Myshe on her breast. Rowan's eyes weren't on Aelin's face.
Aelin cleared her throat. Rowan moved his eyes up to Aelin's.
What? He asked innocently. Aelin snorted. Rowan moved onto the bed and laid down beside Aelin, but Aelin's attention was on her daughter. She stroked her hand through Myshe's hair and down her back. Aelin felt Rowan's eyes on her, watching her. She didn't care. Suddenly, Myshe started wailing again. Because she was only four months old, Myshe's cries were quiet, and if Aelin was being honest with herself, downright adorable. But she didn't have any more...milk. And Myshe was still hungry. Aelin glanced at Rowan. Rowan shrugged uncomfortably. He knew just as little as Aelin about being a parent.
"Umm...should I get a healer?" he asked finally. Aelin felt her face heat up.
"Uh, no," she answered, "I think I'll just try to get her to fall asleep." Aelin spent the next ten minutes trying to soothe Myshe and get her to sleep, but to no avail.
"Let me try," Rowan offered. Aelin handed their baby to Rowan, but Myshe started screeching with a new intensity once she left her mother's arms. Aelin shrugged, trying to hide her smile. She saw Rowan scowl, so she probably didn't succeed.
Eventually, Aelin managed to get Myshe to calm down, but she wouldn't leave her mother. Rowan was too close to sleep to be bothered, so Aelin just sighed through her nose and held her daughter, hoping to get just a few more hours of sleep in. As much as Aelin loved her daughter, she was a lot of work.
AN: I tried.
If you want to read a pregnancy fic, I suggest Pregnant by thedawncourt. It's in my favorited section, and you can get there by clicking on trilogiesrule underneath the story title and then scrolling down and clicking on favorites.
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