My entry for the OC pairing week and the Monthly AtLAFC Competition. Might contain M-rated chapters later on.
Little Pup
Those cries…
Those horrible cries…
Those excruciatingly horrible cries…
"I can't stand this anymore…"
"It's just how babies are, you can't change that."
"I wish I could…"
He put his pillow over his head, he was already on his side, in the hopes of muting the wide variety of sounds his newborn daughter could bring forth from her little throat.
It mattered not, the cries of the infant penetrated the soft fabric of his pillow and journeyed into his ears.
"Ugh…"
"Come now love," his wife said, "cheer up. You've become a father, to a beautiful daughter no less."
"She'd better be as beautiful as her mother…" he grumbled.
"You're so sweet," she responded, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"It's a compliment…"
"I didn't like the context in which you put the compliment."
That's just great, first I had a crying child, now I've got me a crying child and an angry wife…
"I shall make it up to you," he said, lifting himself up.
"No you shan't," his wife replied, forcing him back on the matrass with a commanding glare.
"I don't know what you were thinking," she said after a while, "I gave birth to your daughter today, I don't want you all over me for the first two weeks…"
Get married, they said… it would be great, they said…
"I'm going to check on our baby girl," he decided after listening to his daughter's cries for a few minutes.
He walked through a door into his daughter's bedroom, the one he had prepared six months ago, when his wife told him she was pregnant. They had moved to the Southern Water Tribe after she told him, because the chief would provide them with a life full of abundance.
The chief had some special mission in mind for him, but that's not what was on his mind that night. That night, he was with his wife and daughter, his family.
He had all he needed.