Hello guys! So sorry for disappearing, but the forum and school has been time consuming. Also the fact that I'm lazy bum is another reason as well. But anyway! This chapter is a request from Master Shorty 11, hope you all enjoy. Please follow, fave, and review when you are done reading.
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Connie pulled a funny face in hopes of getting the baby in front of him laughing, but she remained stoic as ever. He frowned, trying to pull it off again, but the baby still kept the poker face that she was known for.
"Oh come on!" Connie whined, throwing his arms up in the air dramatically. "What do I have to do in order to get you to smile?!"
Connie Springer was a young man who found out in a will left by Mr. and Mrs. Ackerman when they died in a car crash, that he was supposed to look after their daughter Mikasa. At first, he was willing to, but shocked at the same time on why they chose him in the first place.
It has been two months since he got her, and the only expressions she has made were stoic, upset, or crying.
But never a smile, not even a laugh or giggle! Which frustrated Connie to no end. And he wondered what her future wedding would be like and seeing her walk down the aisle with a stoic expression, and it would tear apart Connie to the ends of the world.
So a couple days ago, Connie had decided he was going to try and make Mikasa smile!
The plan wasn't working like he thought it would.
It was almost like taking a task that said to kill God with a toothpick.
Mikasa's stomach growled as she looked down at it, before looking up at Connie with cold, but hungry eyes. She folded her arms, as if showing that her patience was wearing thin, and she wanted to be fed NOW.
"Alright, alright. I'll go get your milk." He grumbled, going into the kitchen as Mikasa played with her lamb toy.
Connie put the milk bottle in the water that was boiling in the pot. He remembered how he didn't even know how to warm a bottle of milk at first. The result was in losing one baby bottle and his favorite pot.
He went into depression for a couple of weeks.
Truth to be told, he didn't know why Mr and Mrs Ackerman wanted him to take care of their daughter if they perished anyway. It was all a mystery to him that he worried to solve.
Okay, maybe they became close friends when they moved next door to him when the two were newlyweds. And maybe he was used to taking care of kids ever since he volunteered at daycares and would babysit for the neighbors to get money when he was in highschool.
There was also the fact that he had a license and documents that gave him permission to take care of children as well that could make them want him to take care of Mikasa.
Getting out of his train of thoughts, he almost forgot about the 'starving' child that was in the room. She might be dead if he didn't get there quick!
When Connie came back with the bottle, he lifted Mikasa up with one hand as he fed her the baby bottle with the other.
After Mikasa was done drinking from the bottle, Connie put the bottle away in the sink as he got out a rag and put it on his shoulder.
Connie lightly patted the baby's back as Mikasa burped all over the rag, he then discarded the rag into the laundry basket.
When Mikasa closed her eyes and fell asleep, Connie put her in her crib as he went about doing the laundry.
About a hour later, Connie was reading a book on the couch with the baby monitor sitting on a end table, which was turned on in case Mikasa woke up.
Connie's phone rang as he picked it up, seeing the Caller ID was Sasha, he answered.
"Hello Connie! So I got, like two boxes of pizza, a big container of spicy barbecue chicken, and a lemon meringue pie. And I was wondering if I could come over and we can have this for dinner! What do you say?" Sasha asked.
"Sure, why not." Connie replied tiredly.
"Great! I'll be right over!" Sasha exclaimed happily, a click sound was heard meaning that she hung up the phone.
Ironically, Mikasa's crying was heard over the baby monitor when Connie put the phone down, he got up to go calm her.
Five minutes later, Mikasa was playing blocks in the front room as Connie heard the door open from the kitchen. "I might need a little help here Connie-AH!" A voice shrieked from the door. "The pie is slipping!"
Connie walked over to see Sasha struggling to hold the containers of food in her hand. "Hold on Sasha, just let me-Gah!" Connie yelled in surprise, as his foot had landed on a toy train Mikasa had left to go play with her other toys, causing him to fall forward and his face to hit the pie.
Sasha let go of the pie in shock, causing Connie to fall to the floor with it.
Silence filled the room until a giggle was heard. Sasha looked over to see Mikasa giggling, and then started to laugh.
Connie immediately looked over, the pie falling off his face that had whip cream and lemon pie filling all over it. "YES! Mission accomplished!" He yelled, throwing his fist in the air as a sign of victory.
The house was soon filled with laughter, as Mikasa had a smile on her little chubby face.
