Author's Note: Hi! I am new to the "Fanfiction" community. This is my first fanfic, so please rate and review! Also, please do not say anything mean in the comments. I'm rather sensitive.. Okay, I do not own anything in this story excepting the story itself. I hope you like it! J
Oh, and also, before you begin, this is set after the ending credits scene of BioShock Infinite. It's in a dimension where Booker didn't have any debts. That being said, I hope you enjoy it!
"Anna? Is that you?" Booker called as he pushed open the door to Anna's room. He walked over to the crib and was relieved to find his infant daughter sound asleep, as she should be. Booker smiled weakly. Suddenly, as if in a trance, he slowly reached down and extended his index and middle fingers to touch her soft cheek. The backs of his fingers gently rubbed against the child's soft skin. He suddenly stopped. Why had he come in here? He remembered being worried that she wasn't in here. Anna was obviously here. Why wouldn't she be? He gave up trying to make sense of it and decided that it must have been parental instincts. Realizing that Anna was now awake, Booker picked up the child and cradled her in his arms.
"You had me worried there, you know that? You're going to be a handful," he told her. The baby just smiled up at him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was talking to her. After a few moments, she fell asleep once more, and Booker gently lowered her back into her crib. He then quietly backed out of the room and almost closed the door. He sat down at his desk and began to sift through the paperwork he had to complete.
Okay, so I think that was good, but I think you guys will disagree with that… LBut hey! Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. You CAN express your opinion in the comments, but PLEASE be nice about it. THX! Also, do you think Anna should have a birthday in Paris?