"Do you remember when I first told you I loved you?" Ymir asked.
She was on the floor, surrounded by various, soft blankets of equally soft and various colors. She was on her stomach as she watched the child before her, gumming away on a teething toy.
The child was watching her with big, blue eyes, wondering what she was doing on the floor with her.
"You weren't born yet. You were still in your mommy's tummy." She told her, smiling slowly as she brought her finger up to poke her child's chubby belly. The child grinned, gurgling at her.
"You kicked my face right after I said that," Ymir winked and the baby let out a chirp, throwing the toy down and crawling over, honking away at Ymir's nose. Ymir rolled onto her back, stealing the child into her arms, and holding her as high as her arms could reach.
"I told you that I loved you even before I met you! Yet you kicked me! I knew that you were just like your mom! She kicked me, too, when we first met—just like your mom. Look at you! Blue eyes, blonde hair!" Ymir cooed to her giggling child as a splat of slobber fell down onto her face.
"Ew. You need to stop teething." She brought her baby down onto her front, watching her bury her face into her boobs, wiping and smearing all the snot and saliva on her shirt. It was gross. Real gross. But, man, did she love her.
"Krista," Ymir softly called and the baby poked her head up, smiling.
"Yes, that's your name. Such a smart girl."
"Ymir," Historia came from the kitchen with some soft fruits for their daughter, "she can't understand anything yet."
"I know but I'm going to talk to her either way. If I dumb it down for her then she won't get smart. I bet she can understand it," Ymir sat up, holding Krista as she took the small bowl of fruits and put it down on a blanket. Krista cried out and squirmed.
"Release the Kraken!" Ymir released their hungry child as she crawled over to the bowl and began to messily dig into it.
"Kraken? Really?" Historia smiled, sitting at the couch and watching their daughter nom on her food, glancing up every now and then to give a crinkled little smile.
"Jeez. She has that stupid smile of yours." Historia said with a similar one.
"I don't know. I think it's your stupid smile."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean—"Ymir didn't get to finish her sentence because a peach was chucked at her face and landed with a sopping splat. She merely sat there, staring down at their daughter who was laughing with peaches in her hair.
"She eats like you." Historia laughed as Ymir shook her head, grabbing a blanket and wiping herself down.
"Take care of your daughter," Ymir huffed with a smile.
"Our daughter." Historia corrected, joining her wife on the ground and bringing out a spoon for Krista to try out.
"Show your mommy how smart you are," Ymir encouraged, "use that spoon like a champ!"
And the spoon ended up on Ymir's face.