A.N. – Because live doesn't always have happy endings.
I am also open to prompts, so… go ahead.
"Arghh, would you please just SHUT UP a minute?!" Deeks growled, staring desperately at the baby in the crib. She merely lifted those big mismatched brown eyes at him and, surprisingly, stopped crying – something she hadn't done in a very long time – longer than he could remember.
Her face was all puffy and red but she was looking at him as if he was the one who needed help. The worst part was… she was probably right.
He sighed heavily before approaching her and picking her up in his arms. A toothless grin broke into her soft face as she grabbed at the collar of his hoodie, seeming to have forgiven him instantly. He, however, had not.
"I'm sorry, baby girl. Daddy's having a bit of a rough time." He whispered softly as he rocked her gently in his arms. She furrowed her brow a little and he kissed her forehead before pulling slightly back. "I am so sorry I snapped at you. You didn't deserve that."
He was still hovering close to her and the little girl in his arms seized the chance and went for it, grabbing a strand of his hair and yanking softly, giggling and smiling.
And for a moment, it felt okay; it felt as if he had not just yelled at his innocent six months old baby; it felt as if this was his family, when half of it was still comatose at the hospital, ripped away because of some jackass who was too drunk to even notice the brunette crossing the street; it felt as if he were happy, when in reality, only half of him was even there.
And there was nothing he could do about it except taking good care of his Fern… and hope the other one was strong enough to pull through and get back to them.