Disclaimer: Ye- No, I still don't own ES21.
A/N: That awkward moment for a parent when a child asks that one question. How will you answer it? Again, enjoy his awkward moment. Read and review! ;D
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"Daddy, how do you make babies?", I peered over the rim of my coffee cup, caught a bit off guard at the question.
"Why do you ask sweetie?", I asked, slowly placing the cup on the side table. I grabbed my newspaper and continued reading. I could feel the intense look my daughter was giving me though I was hidden behind the papers. I heard some shuffling noises as she raised herself up on the chair next to me.
"Because Tony's mommy is going to have a new baby soon," she gazed up at me innocently and repeated the question. "How do you make babies?"
I cleared my throat, folded the newspaper and faced her. Curiosity was clearly etched on her small face. "Why not ask your fuc-, I mean, mommy?", I inquired, quirking a brow.
"Mommy said to ask you," she giggled. I'm going to fucking kill my wife after this. I cleared my throat again and pondered the question for a moment. A thought occurred to me and I grinned at her.
"Hmm… Let's see. Babies are made from cookies and milk," I started. "The mommies have the cookies while the daddies have the milk. The daddies need to pour milk to mommies' cookies. And when the cookies are all filled and wet inside, that's when babies are formed." I chuckled at the awed expression of my child and the shocked expression of my wife, who was listening to the conversation.
I lifted the plate of cookies from the table and offered it to my wife. "Fucking cookies?" I asked, grinning.
A/n: A beautiful fanart was drawn for me by the wonderful PockoChi in deviantart for this drabble. Please do fave and leave a comment to her work. It's stunningly funny. I have no exact words to describe it.
http :/ pockochi . deviantart . com/art/Questioning-HiruMamo-Prize-03-292180041
