Disclaimer: I don't own them
Disclaimer: I don't own them! If I did Auron would be a personal sex slave and I'd use Tidus for a soccer ball (no offense to the Tidus fans). I do however own Arien.
Author note: Your probably still going to see OOCness, just keep in mind the situation and I'm sure you'll understand.
Endless hours passed as he paced the floor with a screaming Arien cradled against his shoulder. For three days straight she had done nothing but scream and cry to the point the diapers of doom were looking more appealing to him.
Rikku lay curled up on the couch with the teacup dangling from her fingers. She tried to watch over Arien by herself. Something about not wanting to pawn everything off on him, but exhaustion finally got the best of her and he talked her into taking a rest for a while. He was tired himself but he was sure he could hold out till the fit of colic passed. Right now he wanted to see his little girl's bright smile again more than he wanted sleep.
He had faced countless fiends and every other horror that Spira has thrown at them, but one little baby was about to bring him to his knees. He had never felt so helpless.
An idea finally struck him. A lullaby he'd heard once before, he was sure it was his mother than had sung it to him but damn it all he couldn't remember the words! Biting back a frustrated growl he gently rub the baby's back as he started to hum the tune since he could remember that much at least.
Several more minutes passed and her screams slowly died down. Silence filled the room till the old clock by the door chimed the hour. Relief washed over him and threatened to buckle his knees. Sinking down beside the couch he dropped his head back and nearly jumped as he felt Rikku's fingers run through his gray streaked hair. He turned his head to see her smiling at him.
"Thank you. But…"
A grin spread across her lips.
"Hum that one one last time, eh?"