Some days had went by, possibly even weeks and Christmas was insanely close to grasping our 4 soldiers and their new undead child, Milz. One night was terrible for the Doctor who had brought the child home nearly a month ago. The infant awoke crying and he was forced to get up from his pleasant bed at 4:12 in the morning. He yawned and rubbed his eyes to adjust them to the darkness that was his room.

The sadist stood up and wobbled over to the crib on the opposite side of the room. The babe's eyes nearly blinded him, as they were insanely bright. He reached in and picked up the pale child, then stepped back over to his bed where he collapsed with Milz in his lanky arms.

Half an hour had passed and Richtofen lay in his bed with the newborn, entertaining him in the dark. The baby nibbled his finger and made random growling noises. Richtofen was actually very tired. He'd been up in his lab since 1am and barely got 3 hours of sleep before Milz awoke crying. He glanced over at his digital clock which glowed in the shadows of the night. 4:42 am. Then he looked down at the child that was cuddled up against his chest. Small, yellow slits. His eyes were closed. He was asleep. Finally.

Maybe now, he could get some re-

The loud blaring of Edward's alarm clock made him spring up. He looked around the room quickly, taking in the cold morning air. TV. Crib. Computer. Closet. O-open closet! Important papers. Need to file those! Scalpel. Spleen in a jar. Alarm clock. 8am. 8am?! Oh. Just 8am. Everything was fine. He looked down to his right and spotted his little baby Milz, snoozing away over the sound of the loud clock. He was an insanely deep sleeper.

The sadist reached over and picked out the snooze button on top of the digital clock. After swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he leaned forward, placing his elbows on his lap. The Doctor stared down at the hard wood floor, thinking deeply to himself.

Richtofen had so much to do today. Wake up the idiots and the soviet, cook, clean, file papers. Ugh. Not only that, but he had to pick somebody to watch Milz. Milz... The German had barely spent any time with the undead newborn that he'd brought home a while ago. It actually made him feel like a bad father.

"Nein..." he whispered to himself, flexing his freezing fingers.

A small source of heat touched his lower back.

"Ba ba!"

A smile graced the older man's lips. Not the creepy one's he gave the other 3 when they pissed him off. Reaching behind him and picking up his now awake baby boy, Richtofen pet his head gently as the child squeezed his nose happily. Today would be different. No work. No idiots. Just Milz.

Later in the day, after Dempsey, Takeo and Nikolai had retreated to their rooms for the next few hours, Richtofen laid an azure blanket down on the red carpet of the living room floor. Following that, he placed the zombie babe down upon it, who kicked his legs joyfully.

The Doctor observed the clothes the child was wearing. A diminutive, bright, green sweater that had thick, red zigzags across it and white polka dots around the sleeves, the neck and the hem of it. Milz wore a diaper, the second one he'd changed today. His tiny, rotting feet were hidden by thick white socks. The sweater had sleeves that were a bit too big for him, so each time he wished to nibble at his hands, the sweater would get in the way and he'd make a frustrated, high-pitched growl.

Richtofen thought that perhaps, a pacifier would work out the problem. Turning around and going through the ebony and ghostly white baby bag at his side, he searched and searched through the tiny pouch. Bottles of blood, diapers, bibs. Ah, here we are. A pacifier. The Doctor turned his attention back to an empty blanket.

Wait. Wasn't there a tiny, drooling, moving corpse there a second ago?

"Oh, nein."

Standing to his feet, Edward scanned the living room. Couch. Christmas tree. Christmas cookies. Dempsey's Xbox. White, big screen TV. Nothing.

"Mein baby has gone missing!" he shouted to himself, running down the hallway behind him past a closet and into Nikolai's room. "Nikolai, have you seen Milz?"

A burp sounded before an answer.

"What? You mean tiny, zombie baby?" Nikolai replied, giving a drunken grin towards the doorway where Richtofen stood.

"Ja, Milz! Vhere is he?!"

"Is so cute! He was here just a minute ago, babbling about nothing!"

"Vhich vay did he go?"

"Down opposite hallway. Ask Dempsey."

"Danke!" And with that, Edward left, continuing his search.

He sprang past the red living room and dashed down another hallway. Being skinny actually came in handy. The German skid past the 3rd bathroom of the house and toppled into Dempsey's room. Dempsey gave a girly scream, then corrected himself before asking what the hell Richtofen was doing.

"Vhere is Milz, American? I know you have him!"

"I don't have him! I swear I don't!" the Marine replied, clutching his chips in one had and a Gatorade in the other.

"If you don't have him, zhen who does?!" Edward screamed, clutching his head impatiently.

"Go check Tak, kraut!" Tank replied, thrusting a finger next door.

The Doctor left the American's room and stomped next door. He twisted the stiff knob. It was locked. He picked the lock as quickly as possible and pushed the door open. Richtofen gawked around the room, looking at the red lanterns hanging from the ceiling and at the Japanese magazine's in the center of the floor. The crisp, air smelled of flowers and soft music rang through his ears from a small iPod stand across the room. Samurai swords we're laying under the high windows, propped up against the wall.

"What is it, Doctor?"

Edward looked on the bed that he'd bumped into on accident. Takeo lay there under a baby blue blanket, a magazine in his hands.

"Um... Have you seen Milz, Takeo?"

"He was here a while ago. I believe he was headed to the living room." the Japanese man told him.

"Danke..."

The sadist departed, closing the door behind him. Well, that was relaxing. He took off in a flash, remembering the task at hand. He sprinted back down the hallway and into the living room. Where was Milz? The German spun in circles, looking for the baby. He was back where he started. How could Milz have moved from one place to another? It was impossible.

Richtofen gazed into the kitchen and sighed a sigh of relief, yet he was also very astounded. Milz emerged from the kitchen, a plastic cup on his head. He was on his hands and knees, steadily making his way towards his father.

Milz was crawling.

"Oh, mein gott." Richtofen whimpered, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes. He never cried over anything unless it was blood.

The decaying baby stopped when he bumped into the man's leg. He sat on his diapered bottom and reached his sweater sleeves up to his father.

"Da da!"

"Joy!" Edward squealed in a high-pitched voice, picking up Milz and cuddling him close to his chest.

He wanted to be angry at him, but he couldn't. Not only did he make the Doctor proud with his surprises, but he also gave his day a jump-start, thanks to his disappearing act.