Birds of a Feather Collection
Baby Bird
— Yours and Hawks baby girl is quite a handful. Especially with the little wings on her back.
You would've never thought the kind of family man Hawks could be but after you're little angel was born, you fell in love with him all the more.
Your little girl inherited her father's Quirk and came into the world with tiny, featherless nubs on her back. The early months before she could turn herself over were spent soothing her with how uncomfortable her little growing wings were for her. During those nights, that Hawks was there was nothing short of a blessing. He knew first hand how to deal with aches and issues that you otherwise were learning for the first time. You learned fast enough and eventually months passed with your little girl growing healthy.
It was around the time that she was barely learning how to keep her head up that tiny fluffs of feathers sprouted from her wings. They were a faint reddish brown mixed with white. Hawks joked around saying that he remembered his being the same, an rather ugly mixture of colors before they molted. He assured you that once those downy ones fell a year or so in later, they're actual color would come out. You teased that they better be the same vibrant red like his so you'd be able to spot her easily if he ever lost her. Hawks agreed, adding that the biggest concern for the two of you would be to look out in case your little angel learned to fly early like he had. The way he told it, his folks had a mountain of troubles with him when he was that age because he'd somehow managed to figure out how to work his growing wings. You thought it cute how he described those stories his parents told him of him being able to hover moments at a time only to crash face first onto the floor.
"Sounds about right for you," you said, taking your little girl into your arms and cooing as you talked. "But you won't be like your trouble making daddy, huh?"
But you might've just jinxed yourself on that one. When the six month milestone rolled around, you started catching your baby flapping their little wings while laying down on their stomach. And with those wings now almost the size of their own arm, you found it worrisome that she could lift part of her upper body with great effort. She was learning how to use them all right and it only got worse from there. And around the time her first birthday came around, your little girl learned how to fly for a couple seconds before she learned how to walk a few steps.
You found that out after you heard giggling and a thud through the baby monitor one night. You went to check on her but found the crib empty and panicked immediately, but before you could shout for Hawks to come help you look for her, you found her playing around with her toys with downy feathers scattered around. That was the first times of many that she pulled a jailbreak by flying out of her crib.
"Maybe we should consider getting her a bed early," Hawks suggested. You couldn't agree faster. By the time she turned three, though, she'd forgone her bed completely and would simply fly out, tumbling precariously onto carpeted floor and running/hovering into your room to crash land between the two of you.
After that and for some months, you got used to the sight of fluffy, auburn feathers mingling with the vibrant crimson ones on your mattress and to the sound of their soft snoring filling the room throughout the night. Like father, like daughter, you supposed. And frankly, you wouldn't want it any other way.