A/N: About 1,000 words.


Weiss once again awoke from crying as she jumped, literally, off the bed on the floor gracelessly. She quickly picked herself up, rushing to the crying Ruby's side.

However, Ruby was still asleep. The bed shifted under Weiss's weight as she lifted the child and began mumbling quiet words to Ruby, gently rocking her in her arms.

The crying didn't last long after that, and Weiss wiped any tears the stained the baby's cheeks. Ruby would whimper here and there, suggesting that there was still unsettled business going on in her little dreamland, and Weiss couldn't do anything but wait. She didn't stop muttering little nothings, even if it was pointless.

But the whimpering continued, filling Weiss with dread since there was nothing she could do. What was an eighteen-year-old supposed to do? If it took her multiple times to get the diaper changes right, what makes her think that she could take care of a baby that's suffering from nightmares?

She sighed tiredly, laying back on the bed as she placed Ruby next to her on her back.

Wasn't there something on the news about not letting your baby sleep on its stomach? She chuckled dryly. You're saying 'your' as if it's your own child. The thought had wiped away any traces of a smile, fake or not.

She stroked what little hair Ruby had and hummed a simple tune. Whenever she had morbid thoughts like these, she would often hum the tune her mother would sing to her. Of course, that was before she turned six. And before she snapped.

Weiss sealed her eyes shut. Ruby was still twitching slightly in her sleep and here she was dwelling on the past. What happened, happened, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

Ruby seemed to calm down after a bit, and Weiss relaxed as she tried to get comfortable. I'm glad that's over, she thought as she returned to the position she fell asleep in.

Hopefully, tomorrow would be better.


The sun crept through the curtains, giving a dull, orange glow to the normally white room. The curtains were always pulled closed; Weiss liked it that way. It made the room darker at night and in the morning.

She sat up, yawning as she locked her fingers together and stretched them above her head before laying down on her back when she heard satisfying pops. She looked to the child next to her.

Or at least was supposed to be next to her.

Weiss didn't know whether she should groan, worry, or look for Ruby. Then she heard a crash, like glass breaking.

Definitely the latter two.

She scrambled off the bed and rushed her way to where the sound seemed to originate, the kitchen, after she almost tripped on the hallway carpet.

After a disastrous run to the kitchen and stumbling four times, she found the child on the counter gnawing on a spatula. Glass littered the floor, looking like it was two broken plates - maybe three if she wasn't internally groaning.

"What are you doing?" she chided to Ruby. Though there was no venom in her voice, she was still annoyed. How did a baby manage crawl all the way out of a room that Weiss was sure she closed, climb on top of a counter, somehow break plates that were in their respective cabinets, and end up with a cooking utensil as a snack?

Weiss sighed, at least Ruby was okay. Ignoring the mess for the maids to clean, she lifted the child and brought Ruby close to her chest, gently removing the tool from the child's mouth. She placed it in the sink, then made her way to the living room to sit on the couch. She ignored Ruby's grunts in disapproval as she moved further away from the sink.

"You're a hazard to my health, you know that?" Weiss said as she sat down, the baby bouncing on her lap. She got a laugh and several small claps in response, the spatula forgotten. Weiss closed her eyes and leaned her head back so it was over the couch's back. "Honestly, what am I going to do with you?"

Her eyes snapped open. "What am I going to do with you?"


A/N: Alright, notes! I have little to no idea where this story is heading, but I already got a few time skips planned already. I should probably get a chapter planner like my other story... that's a thought.

Thank you to anyone who reviewed, favorited and followed! Let's hope for more, yeah?