A.N.: ~I have desided to do chapters where you can see how each of Hawke's party members react to the child so first up is Fenris~

"Malcolm, Stop!" I yelled as he pulled me hair. Keeping the baby was a mix of pain and pleasure. He would cry and scream if he didn't get his favorite toy in the morning. Which we had to very quietly take from him when he went to sleep which I normally made Anders do. If he woke up Anders was going to take care of it.

The pleasurable part was Anders change; he was more into our 'family'. He came home early, made time for us. Our alone time together was even more passionate. Like he was thanking me, or something. Also having Malcolm made me very busy but a busy that I enjoyed. I felt my days were more filled, that I really did something. Of course I would never tell Anders I was happy, let him worry a bit more.

Mother was scared at first, asking me all kinds of questions. 'where did you get it?'

'What will the others think?' 'what about blood?' 'A Mage!' things like that mostly worried about herself. She almost dropped when she heard his name. Which I told her to get over it, my house I can pick who lives in it.

Caver came by and saw him after mother wrote him. Loved the little guy to death. Anders even got jealous; Carver and him were getting along so well, laughing, playing, Carver made the weirdest faces just to see a smile. Mother was annoyed Carver was become so attached to him but she would get over it.

I placed the bottle to his mouth and he grabbed it looking up at me with his big eyes. He looked so innocent so clueless to the harshness of the world, even if he had been abandoned by his mother, left to be taken care of by two apostates.

We were getting ready to go see Anders at 'work', Anders had sent a message saying he was busy and wouldn't be home for dinner so I thought we would take it to him. I had already gotten us dress me in armor him in a cute little outfit of trousers and a lose fitted shirt. Something I made quickly just because he needed clothes.

I filled a bag with some things he would need, a bottle, change of clothes, his cloth dippers, little towels, and a toy or two. I placed the bag on my shoulder. Now all I had to do was wait on Fenris to come over and help me down to Darktown.

Fenris didn't hate the child just was worried about his mage background, I told him not to worry if he became one I would take the right percussions. Meaning if he burned down the study I would have to do something drastic like send him to the gallows. Which Anders of course was not happy to hear but he could kiss my ass.

"Master Fenris is here ma'am." Bodan told me. I smiled picking Malcolm up and walking out of my room with my things, when I walked out it seemed Fenris and King were having a stare down. Which was odd because King loved Fenris. Anders had told me it was because Fenris reminded King of his kind but I just slapped the back of Anders head. Silly man.

"Fenris? Is everything alright?" I asked watching them. "Did you know the best way to insure dominates is to maintain eye contact?" or maybe Anders was right.

"I always found yelling 'no' loudly, works too. Mother kicked him once too so that helped. Of course after that father yelled at her but still he never did use her yarn as a bed again." I ranted off, king had broken eye contact with Fenris when I had said no.

"You are very strange Hawke." He informed me, I smiled shrugging.

"It's part of my charm." I looked over to the table that mother had told me had the food for Ander's and I. "Can you get the basket? My hands are a little full." I looked down at Malcolm, he was kind of falling so I had to put him back where he should be. But Fenris looked down at the boy, and the boy looked back still eating his bottle.

They were just staring at each other. "Hey Fenris, he is a baby not a dog you get dominates through grounding and spankings." I said as a joke, which made him smile weakly at me. Fenris shook his head as he picked up the basket.

"Hawke, that child needs to start eating real food." He told me making me stare at him funny. Because the milk the mages made of course was not real food. I had to have the mages make a different kind of milk because I couldn't breast-feed him mostly because I didn't want to.

"When did you become the baby expert?" I was being funny but he seemed to really care because he looked at me dead on no smile or cocky grin on his face.

"When I was a slave, I had met an elven women, she took care of the children of her owner's." He had venom in the world 'owner's'. "She had raise 3 generations of a family only to have them grown up to own, beat, use her like their parents before them." He told me looking down he seemed in thought. "She showed me a few thing about taking care of children, I don't know why but I enjoyed learning it."

That was shocking "You enjoyed taking care of the evil, human, slave owning, mage's children?" I asked trying to lighten the mood, it worked he chuckled moving to the door I followed waiting to an answer.

"They weren't mage's yet, also the parents often freaked out when they saw me holding their children. Best moments of being a slave." He said smiling over at me cocky as we walked down the city.