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Chapter 2: What kind of sorcery is this!?

Sir Gawain blinked. His head swayed from side to side, in confusion. He wasn't here. This was the third time this week. Lancelot wasn't at training. Gawain shut his helmet closed angrily. Here he was, at the training field, alone. Again. His sword was shoved in its scabbard.

This was getting tedious. Too tedious. I mean, he knew he'd just received a child but couldn't he, at least, give some type of warning or message. Warn a guy, you know. He growled as he walked scanning his eyes for a certain lavender feline. His armored shoes clinked on the concrete. He hummed in confusion when he couldn't find her after a few minutes.

Where was she? Percival said she would be somewhere around the middle of the field. Oh, she better not of ditched him too. "If I find out she played me for a fool I'm going to-"

"Gawain, I apologize for straying from my spot. King Arthur called for me."

The red echidna eyed the upcoming cat. Percival drew out her sword and went into her fighting stance, ready for battle. She raised a brow and uncovered her face. A frown of abashment rose. "What?" she asked, a bit of an edge in her voice.

Gawain crossed his arm and uncovered his face. "Are you sure you were with the king." He was not going to be played this round. If this was some trick Lancelot and Percival were playing on him, ditching him, she was about to have a face full of knuckles.

The golden eyed feline put her sword away and her scowl only got deeper. "Why would I be lying? Is something bothering you Gawain?"

The crimson knight only grunted in irritation. "Yes in fact, I do have a problem." He paused after that, waiting for her to ask. After a few minutes of silence, Gawain looked at her and gaped. He put his fists up and shouted, "Well aren't you going to ask me what my problem is." Percival, quietly, growled and asked through clenched teeth, "What is your problem then? Tell me before I slice your neck off." He only rolled his eyes before explain his thoughts on Lancelot and the whole ditching thing.

Which she thought was the most ridiculous thing ever.

"What do you mean by he should at least say something to you, you idiot. Lancelot just had a child, his wife just died and on top of that he hasn't gotten much sleep. Do you know how hard it is to take care of a six week old infant?" Percival shouted.

Gawain scoffed. "Oh please, Lancelot is the second strongest knight here, me being the first and all." He smirked at his self-praising comment. The purple cat rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Yeah sure," she grumbled quietly. Though Gawain didn't hear she chuckled at her comment. He continued, "He's one the Knights of the Round Table I'm sure he can handle such a tiny thing. I understand the whole death thing but he should really stop sulking. It won't do him good. And why doesn't he just give the infant to one of the maids for a few days and catch up of some sleep. There! Problems solved. Now where's Lancelot."

The only thing Percival could do, besides strangling the man in front of her, was shake her head. Her mouth was ajar with pure amazement. Gawain cocked his head to the side. "What?"

"…Wow…"

He suddenly smiled and placed a finger on his temple. "I know, I'm a genius aren't I?" He chuckled to himself in self-wallowing.

"No. I just never thought someone could be a fool to such an extent."

(O...O)

There was one thing that everyone knew Lancelot exceeded in, and that was fighting. From day one he was trained and taught the ways of the battlefield. He probably knew a sword better than any woman knew their husband. After years of training, missions and self-proclaiming journeys it was well known that he, was indeed, a strong and noble knight. Never had Lancelot been truly defeated in any battle he put his mind. Or to any challenge that came his way.

But this...

Well, let's just say if he were to be challenged of who could put a diaper on, he would be fortunate if the diaper didn't end up on the baby's head.

Lancelot sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. Never had he faced something so trivial, at least to him, yet so complicating. Why couldn't children be accustomed to the toilet naturally? It wasn't hard. You just go, pull down your undergarments, do your business, pull your pants up and go. It wasn't that hard!

The midnight father threw away, another, torn nappy. For most of the day he'd been trying to get the blasted thing on since this morning. He took a glance at a nearby window. The sun was at its peak. It was midday and here he was with a half naked daughter and a face full of baby powder. Lancelot grumbled profanities before turning his attention back to Elizabeth. His ears suddenly rang with cries.

Oh yeah, there was that too.

It also seemed she was getting tired of this too. The first time he had put her on the changing desk, at least he thought it was called, she was a bit fussy but went through the first ten without a sound. But then…there was a problem. He had no idea whether she was just tired of always having her legs pulled up or if she was just tired of him period but, she didn't seem to like the process anymore than he did. Elizabeth cried and cried and boy, were her cries loud. She really had a strong set of lungs.

This child would cry and cry all throughout the night until Lancelot also felt like crying. Never again would he underestimate the hardships of a woman again. Lancelot looked down at Elizabeth and felt guilt rise in his chest. She was probably sore from all the pulling he did. He could tiny marks on her stomach from trying to pull the ends of the diaper together. The inner ends of his eyebrows pointed up sorrowfully.

What if…what if God made the wrong choice? What if he gave him a child and he wasn't ready for her. Because, right now, he sure felt like a total failure.

No.

God never does something wrong. He can't make wrong decisions. He just can't.

But he watches over billions of people.

That is true…what if he just-no! Lancelot shook his head vigorously. The Lord never makes mistakes. A voice flashed into his mind softly saying,

"Shadow, don't worry. Remember? Corinthians 10:13: "No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful: he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it." It'll be alright."

That voice. Lenora. She always knew what to say. She said this to him when she had fallen deathly ill and Lancelot thought he would lose her. He nodded. God will not give you more than you can handle.

With a lighter heart Lancelot observed the crying child in front of him. Oh, how he wanted to just hold and comfort her. To just tell her everything was going to be alright and there was nothing to fear. But he didn't want to cause her anymore pain. This had to end. He had to move on to plan B; no matter how much it hurt his pride. It was for his daughter.

(O...O)

"And that is how you fold a diaper. Pretty easy right Sir Lancelot?"

How did she do that? How'd she make it look so easy?

Lancelot gaped for a second before finding gathering composure. He grunted and nodded, lowly, thanking the raccoon maid. The raccoon giddily bowed and exited the room. When Lancelot was sure she was gone he walked up to, the now happily gurgling, Elizabeth and picked her up. He inspected her, twisting her body around, observing the perfect diaper.

"What kind of sorcery is this?"

Elizabeth giggled at the feeling of being held so high and waved her arms around. She only laughed as Lancelot lowered her and frowned. His eyebrows scrunched up and his eyes were filled to the brim with confusion. The infant grabbed his nose in her tiny hands. Lancelot hummed in abashment before dropping his eyebrows. "Oh, so you think this is funny?" he said, surprised to find his voice unusually nasally. He laughed along with his daughter. After a pull and a tug, Lancelot detached Elizabeth from his nose and went to lie down on the bed. Surprisingly, he was exhausted.

He got comfortable and made sure she was too, in his arms. He rested his head on the pillow and gave his fingers to Elizabeth to play with. She giggled at the present and took his finger and sucked on it. Lancelot, who didn't mind the sucking, look towards the ceiling in thought.

It had been a long time since he's actually held a sword. Hell, it's been a long time since he's seen one. Yes, he did enjoy his time with Elizabeth and all but he did miss his sword. He was always one for battle; never turned down one for a long time. He missed the adrenaline from the clinks of metal. He missed the feeling of triumph. He missed all of it. In fact he was supposed to be at training now but, of course, he couldn't. He'd gotten permission from Arthur to take as much time needed so he was fine but…he really wanted to be out there. A smirk spread on his lips.

I bet Gawain is throwing a fit for my not coming.

It had always been a sick pleasure of his to see the echidna go red with fury. It was…amusing to him, you could say.

A chuckle, he couldn't hold back, came out. He smiled as he observed Elizabeth smile with his finger in her mouth. It was surprise that she could even fit it in. He took the chew toy away earning a displeased whine. He chuckled, again, and held her in front of his face.

"It doesn't matter if I can't see a sword for two years because you're worth all the time and effort, love." He kissed her forehead and smiled warmly.

Has he been doing that a lot lately, smiling?

Elizabeth didn't understand a word of what he said but, he had pretty teeth. On impulse she lunged for the pearly white bones. Lancelot yelped in surprise as she pulled back his lower lip and tugged on his teeth. Which, I might say hurt. Lancelot grabbed the hand and ripped it away from his teeth. He growled in pain and scowled at his daughter who only laughed.

The six week old infant then started to quiet down as she peered at her father's face. Why wasn't he smiling? She thought his teeth were cool and they were so white! Why was he frowning at her? Did she do something wrong?

"Don't you do that again, do you hear me? I hope you won't do that to anyone else. That really hurt me, Elizabeth."

She couldn't understand what he was saying but she could hear that his voice took an angry tone. Elizabeth's ears lowered in fright. He sounded so angry, it was scary. Without hesitation, she let loose tears. Lancelot watched as her eyes turned to a deep shade of purple before liquid flowed from her eyes. He sighed and wrapped his arms around her. The infant leaned on her father's chest, burying her face in his soft fur.

"Otonashiku Erizabesu. Nakanaide kudasai. Kyō sore no jūbun o okonatte imasu."

Elizabeth only whimpered. She shook her head in his chest and tugged on his chest hairs, lightly. Lancelot just laid back and rubbed her back softly till she fell asleep.

And eventually he did too.

Otonashiku Erizabesu. Nakanaide kudasai. Kyō sore no jūbun o okonatte imasu- Shush Elizabeth. Please don't cry. You have done enough of that today.

So, tell me what you think. Also, sorry these chapters are short. My other story, I'm working on, has extremely long chapters and I kind of didn't want to have to do that with this story. But, don't worry! there will still be much detail. Any likes, or dislikes? Any ideas for later chapters? I'm open. And would you want me to fast forward to toddler years. Please review! This story will pretty much be the readers.

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