SO, I hope you enjoy those little short stories! I know there's already a fanfic of all three of them as a family, but I figured we need more xD Please excuse any mistakes, I'm still not a native speaker. I uploaded all three chapters, because I won't have enough time doing so for school has already started T.T But I will use my free time to continue this fanfic (since I have more ideas and can't wait to write them down) and my other works (so stay tuned ! ^^) I'm also taking requests! If you want.. Have fun~
"Here, take him."
He couldn't breathe. His throat was closed, dry and didn't allow any air in it.
This sight was just too... beautiful. Tears welled in the corner of his eyes and he didn't suppress them this time.
It were tears of happiness.
He held his child in his arms for the first time. His little son.
He was screaming, just like a healthy newborn should be doing.
Solomon rocked the little boy in his arms and finally the infant calmed down.
"Hey, there. I'm your father, Aladdin. I'm your... dad..." He took a deep breath, but the tears didn't stop.
One of the nurses approached him and stroke his back. "We should show the little boy to the mother, shouldn't we?"
Solomon simply nodded and followed the rather young nurse to his wife.
She was still weak and pretty muzzy, but when Solomon entered the room with their child, she smiled at him.
"Look. We made this." Her husband put their son in her arms and she watched their kid with the happiest smile and eyes Solomon had ever seen.
"Hey..." she said and caressed the boy's cheek. "Hey..." she said again and a tear dripped on the infant's face.
Solomon knelt down next to the bed and planted kisses on Sheba's forehead and on his son's cheek. He was too happy.
He had never been that happy before, he was so sure about it.
To see his son in his wife's arms... it felt so unreal, like a dream.
But it wasn't. It was damn real.
Oh yes. It was so damn real.
"Solomooooon!," his wife whined and hit him with her little fist. It was the 3rd time this night that Aladdin woke them up.
He groaned and looked at the clock on his nightstand, which presented him the ungodly time of 3:27 am.
"Why me? You are the mother," he sighed, but got up nonetheless.
"Because I'm not a cow!" Sheba took her blanket and snuggled into it. Solomon could do this alone.
The fresh-baked dad stumbled into the kitchen, took some milk they had prepared before the night and warmed it up. He yawned and stretched, before crossing his arms in front of his chest and almost dozing off.
But he remembered the milk and woke up immediately. He checked if the temperature was okay and went to his son's room.
He didn't turn the lights on, though, and almost ran into the door frame. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and proceeded in the room, stopping in front of Aladdin's bed.
The child was still crying. Just how much could that little boy eat? He would never be really satisfied.
Well, just like his mother.
"Hey, little boy." He got the boy out of his bed and took him is his arms, rocking him back and forth for a bit, in hope that the boy wasn't actually hungry.
But no, the tears reproduced over and over again.
Solomon sighed and gave the boy the bottle.
"You are a little glutton, hm?" He yawned again and sat on the armchair they had next to his bed. They used it when they were reading short stories to him.
Solomon could feel his eyes shut. His head felt heavier and heavier and it was hard to keep it up.
When his son was finally done with the bottle, Solomon was already asleep. The boy dropped the bottle on the ground and huddled up against his father. He felt save in his arms. And soon, the little boy fell asleep in his father's embrace.
"Aaaww! That's so cute!"
"W-waah?!" Solomon's eyes shot open in shock. He noticed a flash in the corner of his eyes and had to blink a few times.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw his wife shooting photos of him.
"What are you doing?" he asked and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
His wife just giggled and took more photos.
"You just look so cute, you both!" she exclaimed and hopped through the room like a teenage girl that just saw a new cute picture of her crush.
He sighed.
"...Wait. Both?"
He looked down on and saw his son in his arms. Oh no, he fell asleep like this?
The longer he stared down at his son, the more restless did his son become. Until he finally opened his eyes and suddenly started to laugh.
"Ooooh!" Sheba fainted at that sight. To see her adorable son laugh in the arms of her beloved one… it was too much for her.
Solomon smiled at him. "Good morning, Aladdin." The little hand of his son wrapped around his finger, when he tried to climb higher on Solomon.
His dad chuckled at his try in vain and decided to help him. "There, there." He wanted to support Aladdin with pushing his butt… but when his hand landed there, he regretted it.
Sheba eventually got up from the floor and raised an eyebrow at Solomon's pale face.
"What's wrong?"
He got up from the armchair and placed their son in her arms.
"Here. You can take care of that," he said and then simply left the room and locked himself in the bathroom.
After a moment, he heard his wife scream through the walls.
"Aladdin! How is that possi- why so muuuch?!"
Yep, his son could eat much. But sooner or later it had to come out.
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