Title: The Only Opinion That Matters
Author's Note: This is a response to a challenge on wtb100 (a Livejournal community) to write a drabble from the prompt "Something Perfect." A drabble is a story of no more or less than 100 words.
His face scrunched in consternation. His hands squeezed into tight fists. He was not happy. A small grunt made it clear that he intended to vocalize this dissatisfaction soon.
In truth, he looked like a grumpy old man, even in calmer moments when he wasn't hungry, tired, or needing a diaper changed.
Like most babies, he wasn't that pretty.
They grinned. It didn't matter.
He had ten little fingers, ten little toes, a head of surprisingly thick, dark, downy hair, and clean bill of health. That was all they needed. As far as they were concerned, their baby was perfect.