(Bed)
(Kylo Ren's View)
(Keisa's Eight Months Old)
Keisa, what an adorable little heart warmer and little rascal she has become. Keisa just crawled for the first time three days ago, so she's been on the move wherever I take her. In fact, she escaped my sight in the medical room one time while the medical droid stationed there tended to me after I accidentally slashed myself with my lightsaber while training, leaving a rather shallow gash on my right arm. I never realized she escaped until Hux brought her in, his eyes shaking with anger while Keisa, at that time, began balling her eyes out since she was being held by Hux (she's becoming so much like me; hating Hux and all.)
However, those thoughts aren't crossing my mind as I hear Keisa crying from her room, directly parallel to mine. I don't understand why she's been crying more and more for the last week. She's been so irritable and has been chewing on her toys more. Tossing my white sheet off my body, I stand to my feet, wipe my tired eyes, and with a yawn, open my door, and then Keisa's. Flicking the light switch, Keisa's crying increases in volume for a couple of seconds. It returns to normal volume, but doesn't cease quite yet when I peer over her crib, our eyes locking. She reaches her arms to me, in which I respond by lifting her into my arms. When her head gently lies on my shoulder, she turns her head and begins to gnaw on it.
"Hey! Keisa! Don't chew on me! How many times do I have to tell you that, huh?!" I whisper fiercely, lifting her off my shoulder, our heads level when I hold her. Keisa continues her crying. However, when those cries worsen, she opens her mouth a bit more, something in her gums catching my undivided attention. I squint my eyes, seeing two white spots in the center of her bottom jaw.
Teeth.
"Oh. You're teething, aren't you?" I whisper, placing her body against my upper chest, her head lying on my shoulder. She, once again, gnaws on it, but now that I know why, it's less of an annoyance. This though, brings my mind to a concern.
What should I do to ease the teething pain?
I understand that cold could work, but Keisa hates touching ice, so that probably won't be helpful. I could rub her gums with my pinkie finger, but that's just plain gross. There's one other option, and I pray to the Force that it's the option she likes.
A teether toy. However, there's one problem. We don't have any on Starkiller Base, let alone a grocery store to buy one, which leaves me one option.
Online shopping.
With a quiet groan, I walk back to my room, hop onto my bed and gently place Keisa on my lap. Summoning my holo-communicator into my hand from the nightstand next to me, I begin to search for teether toys. After 5 minutes of searching (and 5 minutes of Keisa chewing on the straps of my pajama top (also with drool soaking the strap and with the drool slowly dripping down my shoulder)), I find a red lightsaber teether toy at a moderate price: 50 credits. I purchase it, but groan out when I notice that the "rush-delivery" will take a whole day to do. I don't know how long I can stand Keisa's cries of pain.
"I guess I'll have to deal with it…I have no other choice…" I whisper. Keisa looks at me. "Don't I Keisa? Do I have another choice? Do I~?" I coo out. Keisa giggles softly, drool streaming out her mouth. I lift her above me, in which she begins to screech out in delight. With a cheeky grin, I get out of bed and walk into her room. A heavy yawn exits my mouth. Keisa copies (well, not really copy; yawning contagious.) I chuckle, walking to the rocking chair. I understand Keisa must not be as tired as I am due to all the teething pain, so I might rock her to sleep.
When I sit down on the rocking chair, I sit Keisa on my knee, my hands grasping her waist. I turn her so she's facing me. With a smile, I poke her nose. She, as I attempt to poke it the 4th time, she tightly grabs my finger, guiding it to her mouth.
"Hey! No!" I shout a bit too loudly, pulling my finger away. Keisa begins to whimper, reaching for me. "No, Keisa. Chew on your own hand if it hurts that much. Daddy doesn't want to get your slobber all over his finger." I hum with a frown. Keisa's whimpering turns into crying, higher pitched than normal. "No, Keisa. No finger." I snarl. Keisa's crying worsens. "Alright! If it'll shut you up, fine! Take my finger!" I snarl, placing my index finger on her lips. She instantly opens her mouth, uses her tiny tongue to move my finger into my mouth, grabs the outer part of my index finger and begins to chew. Keisa's brown eyes look up at me.
A smile grows on my face.
"You're super gross, but super cute, you know that, pumpkin?" I coo. Keias doesn't answer. She instead lays her head on my chest and closes her eyes. Within 10 minutes, she's fast asleep, and for some reason, I don't even bother taking my finger out. With a ruffle of her midnight black hair, I sit back and relax, well, for around two minutes. Those two minutes fly by as I fall asleep without a worry in the galaxy crossing my mind.