I recently got my phone (FOR THE FIRST FREAKING TIME!) and found out I could write my fanfiction on this phone without having to write in code. This might cause me to write my fanfiction faster, but this could just be wishful thinking.

My new mother, Sumire, was rocking me back and forth, her throat producing soothing musical hums as she immersed herself into the beat of her lullabies. I was ignoring it all-or at least trying, the way she's rocking me makes my eyelids grow heavy-and chose to stare at the white footed pajamas adorning my body.

I lifted one baby foot, taking the time to marvel at the small size of it once again, then wiggled my toes to see if it was real. The soft cloth covering my foot moved with my toes, stretching and creating wrinkles until they went back to their original position.

As fucked up as this it, I placed my foot back on top of Sumire's fore-arm, this is reality.

My sigh was close to inaudible compared to the vibrations rumbling through Sumire's chest, and was easily drowned out as a result.

A new sound came into hearing; although not musical, it took the pattern of an opening door. The slight shift of the doorknob, a creak of its hinges, and a tall figure made itself prominent from behind the mud colored door.

With dragging footsteps and a loose tie, my new dad, Ivan, came in with a hand running through his dark brown hair, brown eyes glazed over with fatigue. Sumire's humming stopped some time ago as she watched her husband collapse on the bed as soon as his knees touched the edge of it. With a slight bounce to the mattress, Ivan kicked off his black shoes and closed his eyes to take in the feeling of comfort the sheets were giving him.

Sumire continued to rock me in a steady beat, a smile appearing on her face at the tired behavior her husband was showing.

While his nose was buried inside the whiteness of the pillows, I watched him with focused eyes, waiting for him to lift his head once he had sensed my stare. I was slightly hoping he would try to play the 'peek-a-boo' game once he was fully conscious (Not once has he made me laugh), but, seeing that he wasn't even moving, I turned my head away and looked at Sumire.

Her eyes were closed and her humming has started up again. The long black waves of her hair were tied behind her back, the color of it a contrast to her light colored skin. Under the lids of her eyes, I could see the beginnings of bags, albeit rather faint but still noticeable.

I guess I could blame this on myself. My mother (My original mom) always told me the taking care of a newborn baby is the hardest part of being parents. Although I tried my best to take care of myself, more for my sake then theirs, it appears that it isn't enough to relieve her part of stress. But, then again, what can a baby with advanced intelligence do besides wait for the next day to come?

A rather easy answer, practically nothing.

A few moments of hum filled peace later, a creak of springs joined the humming with a soft staccato. Shifting slightly in thin arms, I raised my eyebrows slightly at Ivan's position on his back. His eyes were staring intently at me, losing what focus they had before becoming as clear as a cloudless sky, as if an idea purified them.

He pushed himself on his elbows, paused for a single second, before bouncing off the king sized mattress with anything but grace. He stumbled slightly as he landed on his feet, almost bumping into the wall but caught his balance in time. He laughed at himself silently, making a comment under his breathe before turning and walking towards me as steadily as he could.

He stopped two steps in front of me and Sumire. Ivan crouched a bit, locking eyes with his wife as she opened hers, the light swinging of her arms ceased their movement. Sumire smiled lovingly up at her husband as she gently turned me so I could sit on her lap. With growing curiousity, I laid my back on the woman's stomach and turned my head upwards, watching a small, but still romantic, scene unfold before me.

Ivan smiled lazily, looking as if he might fall forward from lack of proper sleep. To ensure balance, he placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, gripping it lightly and slowly moved forward. He placed a brief kiss on Sumire's lips before pulling away to ask a question, "May I hold my daughter?"

I could feel Sumire's arms tighten around me, as if reluctant to let me go. She looked down at me, her smile still present on her face before giving a reply in a foreign language, probably Japanese from the way it sounds. Although I couldn't understand what she was saying, I can guess it was a yes from the way Ivan's face lit up.

Without a moments hesitation, he scooped me up into his arms and wrapped them around me in a fashion similar to Sumire's. He turned on his heel and padded back to the bed, his eyes never once leaving my figure. He gently sat down on the edge of the mattress, scooting back just a bit in case he might slip off of it.

God knows what would happen if he fell on his rump while I was still being held.

After the first few moments of staring that left me a bit uncomfortable, Ivan did what any good father would do to pull out a laugh from his beloved baby, he made himself look stupid for my pleasure. He twisted and turned his face from looks of exaggerated horror to wide crooked grins, the canines in his teeth glinting much like those sharks in cartoons who are ready to give chase to their meal.

Because I felt the urge to tease him, I refused to let out a single laugh or chuckle to any face made to look laughable. It was only until Ivan gave a sigh of defeat-to which I cheered internally-that I laughed as much as my underdeveloped vocal chords could give. He fumed slightly, puffing out his cheeks in a childish manner.

Off to the side, Sumire made a comment in her native tongue, a giggle lacing between the teasing syllables. Ivan scoffed, rolling his eyes to the ceiling before landing on the Japanese woman. "Like you don't like to push my buttons. You and little Akimoto are practically the same." Sumire only chuckled.

From her seat on the single armchair, the woman stood up and brushed off imaginary dust from her black t-shirt. Another barrage of words in Japanese tumbled from her lips, directing them to Ivan but motioning to me with a wave of her hand. Whatever she mentioned, her husband merely nodded to her in agreement.

I watched her as she walked past me, my eyebrows scrunched in confusion as she twisted the metal knob of the door and gently pulled it open. I felt Ivan shift me around in his arms, turning me so I would be facing him. Another tired smile appeared across his chapped lips. "Mommy's going to get you milk." Without too much trouble, the male turned me around again before lifting me into the air, allowing me to see Sumire's amused face from over her shoulder. "Now, say thank you to her."

"'ank you."

Now, I fully know that Ivan didn't mean it when he told me to say thank you. I was well aware that he was going to pretend that I was speaking by using his own voice, but where's that fun in that? I felt the urge to surprise them by saying something that could be understood. I was really curious as to what their reactions would be.

I wasn't disappointed.

I can't say I was happy when Ivan squeezed the life out of me in a tight bear hug, showering me with praises and sputtering how proud he his to be a father. Sumires react proved to be more amusing. She stood rigid by the door, her mental functions seemed to have stopped working before they kicked back into gear. From a grown woman to a developing child, she stumbled a few times as she ran through the door; crashes could be heard in the next room. She came back red in the face, a digital camera at hand. Both Ivan and I smiled once we saw her finger slowly press the button. Praises of different languages entered my ears as I smiled in amusement, feeling a little embarrassed at the compliments that I could understand.

Really, why am I in this situation. I thought as I leaned into Ivan's chest, sleep slowly pulling my eyelids shut. But, at least I'm in good hands...