Switzerland held his baby close to his chest, rocking him back and forth as the latter slept. D.C. was in the kitchen, fixing dinner. He could hear her singing:
"You're gonna wish you
Never had met me,
Tears are gonna fall,
Rolling in the deep..."
Her singing was so pretty, soft, and angelic. Maybe it was a contributing factor in what helped put the baby to sleep. He still rocked him, trying to keep him still. The baby was curled up, laying on his chest. Switzerland had a hand on his back; that baby was so small, he could just hold out his hands like an impatient child about to receive something small, and the baby would fit inside.
D.C. carefully laid two plates on the table. "Lay him down," she said. "Dinner's ready."
Switzerland carefully stood up, holding the baby close to his chest until he got to his room. he laid the baby on a pillow, covering him with the blanket. He left the door cracked and sat next to D.C. at the dinner table. Dinner that night was steak with red mashed potatoes and a side of corn. He took a bit of the mashed potatoes on his fork, blew at it to cool it off, and took a bite.
Delicious.
"This is really good," he said, shovelling the food into his mouth.
"Learned from Francis; thank God it wasn't Arthur, or we wouldn't be eating dinner."
Switzerland chuckled, continuing to indulge. He swallowed a huge mouthful and looked at D.C. "Tomorrow. I can't believe we're gonna find out tomorrow."
"Excited?"
"And nervous."
"That's alright."
PATERNITY TEST
MOTHER:
Basch Zwingli (222-876-0327)
CHILD:
*unnamed*
FATHER:
Roderich Edelstein (222-724-2745)
Austria stopped playing the piano to pick up the phone. "Roderich Edelstein."
"Roderich, it's Basch."
"What the hell do you want?"
"I had a baby... and you're the father."
Roderich dropped his phone.