Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with the next PokeShipping themed chapter. PokeShipping Week may be over on tumblr but it's just beginning for me. Like I mentioned last week, this chapters theme is "Their relationship through Pikachu's eyes". This worked out pretty well for me considering that all of these chapters are shown through his eyes but it was fun writing this nonetheless. Actually, this is an idea I've had for years and am happy it finally got written. I hope you enjoy!

Ages:

Ash: 19

Misty: 19

Ben and Katie: A few days old

Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs :3

"That's right… That's right, good girl…" Misty mumbled into her newborn daughter's perfectly curled pink ear as her eyes finally closed and she drifted off to sleep after an exhaustingly long crying fit. Even when the infant went completely still and her nostrils made heavy breathing sounds, the new mother didn't move away. She stayed holding her baby girl close to her for some minutes, her own breathing travelling into the ear of the little one and her cheek brushing against hers.

I breathed out a sigh of relief from sitting on the kitchen counter. Though it was dead silent in the early night time of Kanto, my ears were still ringing. The babies had seemingly been making loud and different kinds of noises all day as they refused to go down for a nap for very long at a time. I knew I should have been grateful because they were a long time coming to arrive. But in that moment, I missed the sound of pure quiet and wished tinnitus wasn't a thing.

Misty finally pulled away from being so close to little Katie and moved her to cradle in the crook of her arm, looking at her as she slept. The look in Misty's eyes was sublime. I knew she was in awe at the little female thing that she and Ash had created together out of love. Katie was a simply gorgeous child, even if she was a little loud.

She had her father's mouth, that was for sure. She had a stunning shade of orange hair on her head that was a little lighter than her mother's. But when her eyes fluttered open, they most definitely belonged to Misty. The most soothing tone of aquamarine. She really was a little dear. And looking at her at that moment, all my previous wishes for a temporarily silent house vanished. I would let a circus invade our apartment if it meant Ben and Katie were happy.

The orange haired female offered me a smile as she began creeping across the floor of the kitchen area and her eyes stayed shining in a way that I knew she was sharing my thoughts. Katie was the most perfect daughter she could ask for. Her smile was so tender and content. It wasn't the hint of an apology for all the noise and that made me smile wanly back. She was doing her best and already an amazing mother. I wouldn't judge the noise of the newborns for even a second if it meant her feeling bad.

She pressed a kiss to the infant's forehead as she moved her so she was pressed against her chest and her head was on her mother's shoulder as she supported her bottom. Misty gave me another smile, an even more content one than the first despite her tiredness.

"C'mon Pikachu…" she mumbled to me and that was all she had to say to make me hop down from the counter and follow her along the carpet. She pressed another kiss to her daughter's head and spoke against her scalp. "Let's go see how daddy is coping with Ben."

I looked up at Misty as she walked and found myself smirking. My best friend tackled everything with warmth and enthusiasm and fatherhood was no different. Though he was slightly alarmed by all the crying at first, he had soon taken it in his stride. He would do anything to stop his children from wailing. He certainly didn't hesitate to make up a silly song or hum in soothing tones or nuzzle his nose against his child's. He was very young like Misty but, also like her, he was an amazing parent already.

As soon as the orange haired female arrived in the living room area where she had last left her boyfriend with the fussing (but more quietly than Katie) newborn son, she let out a gasp and stopped in her tracks, causing me to blink and bump into her legs. My eyes soon stopped what she was seeing, however.

Like I mentioned before, Ben was fussing less than his sister but still giving his father a hard time soothing him. But that clearly had vanished and stopped a while ago. Ash was sleeping in the arm chair with his head lolled back on the cushion behind and he was snoring rather loudly. But this was obviously giving the child a soothing white noise effect as little Ben was asleep in his father's arms while he held him close to his chest. The tiny little boy's cheek was pushed against the toned chest of Ash, giving the illusion that he was smiling slightly.

The sight would have warmed anybody's cold heart so it certainly melted Misty and I's into a puddle.

The orange haired female continued holding onto the newborn daughter as she bent down to crouch and look up at her boyfriend in the arm chair. She was biting her lip slightly and like, when she was studying Katie earlier, her eyes were shining.

I understood. This was everything she'd ever dreamed about for the longest time. She had been secretly broody since she and Ash got together and she got close to James who was having babies of his own. She felt like she missed out on close bonding with her own parents so she longed to have that with her own. After ups and downs, tears and laughter, frustration and joy, the twins had arrived a few short days ago. It was a miracle. And it really was the highlight of Ash and Misty's lives, as well as my own.

Misty carefully stood up and balanced Katie by holding her with one arm while carefully placing a blanket over her boyfriend and newborn son while they slumbered together. She stayed staring and biting her lip with wonder.

Ash had a special place in her heart since they were children, though it took her forever to admit to it. She still had clear memories of him at ten. Enthusiastic. Reckless. Passionate. Selfish. Encouraging. Caring. And she couldn't wait for the fact that in a decade (which would indeed go very quickly) she'd have that by her side all over again in Ben. It was a dream to her. And they were a dream for me. They both took care of their Pokémon so well that I didn't have a doubt in my mind how brilliant they'd be as parents. They were a team. They always had been and they always would be.

Misty broke away from her adoring thoughts and let out a quiet sigh, still not taking her eyes off the sweetly sleeping Ash and Benjamin.

"He's really going to wake up uncomfortable and confused there when Ben starts crying for food in a few hours." She began, shaking her head fondly to herself after she pressed a gentle kiss to both their heads. "But I really don't have the heart to wake them. They look precious."

I nodded my head in agreement and, after assisting Misty to take a photo of them and a quick video to giggle over in the future of Ash snoring in Ben's ear, we headed off back to the babies nursery.

I found myself smiling as soon as I entered it. It was a haven for an adult, let alone a newborn child. The painting on the walls was Tracey and James' finest work and every child's dream. There were mermaids swimming across one wall in a sea of blue. There was a jungle scene on another, with grass taller than a toddler and a prideful lion. It was so colourful but so soothing. Exactly the kind of place where a little new person could enjoy some hours of sleep.

But, unfortunately, Katie clearly didn't agree with me. As soon as Misty attempted to lower her into her crib, her eyes snapped wide open and she began wailing.

The orange haired female let out a quiet groan and all her in love and shiny orbed looks were now faded. She still adored her daughter, of course, but it was past nine o clock and she had been awake since six in the morning. She was desperate for some shut eye. And the twins hadn't given her that all day so she needed it that night at whatever cost.

I didn't hesitate to dart to shut the door behind us when I saw Misty's overwhelmed expression, dreading that Katie's screams could wake Ben and make them howl simultaneously again. That had happened when we all dined for dinner and they weren't getting their own feast.

After doing my good deed, I hopped onto the edge of the crib to look at Misty and Katie, watching the new mother trying to soothe her again. She held her close to her chest and rocked her firmly but carefully.

"C'mon now, sweetheart, there's no need for that anymore." She tried to mumble as calmly as possible but her teeth were gritted slightly. I couldn't say I blamed her. She was still recovering from hormonal imbalances after giving birth and the pain of birth herself as well as tiredness. She now had a crying baby who, despite her tiny size, could roar the whole house down.

Maybe the lion painting should have been on her side of the wall rather than Ben's, I thought to myself.

Misty continued trying to soothe her daughter. She attempted to switch rocking her from side to side to up and down.

"Katie…" she breathed out her name quietly, trying not to wince when her little baby sharp nails caught her neck as her delicate arms flailed as she wailed. "Shush, baby, it's bed time now."

I admired Misty so very much and she really was doing her best and I couldn't help but give her a sympathetic look after peering at Katie's red crying face.

Why don't you call James to help you?

I asked her and this seemed like a valid point to me because Katie simply adored the unusual lavender coloured haired male and seemed to quieten down whenever he held her. But when her expression changed, I knew I had been as dense as Ash.

"No!" she found herself snapping and this caused Katie to wail even louder. The mother groaned at this and groaned apologetically at me soon after, her eyes almost pricking with tears of guilt. She swallowed. "I'm sorry, Pikachu. But no. she is my daughter and I have to do this myself. I need to find out what her special not crying tactic is."

I kept quiet that the tactic had already been proven to be James' arms and nodded my head, giving her an encouraging smile. I knew that she could indeed conquer the little task she had set herself. She was a very determinded and hardworking young woman. She had a goal in mind and she would reach it.

Though I desperately wanted to help out and prevent my ears being damaged even further by the infants high pitched wails, I forced myself not to. I perched myself on the edge of the window sill and gave Misty space to figure it out alone.

She glanced at me almost shakily like she was regretting wanting to work it out by herself but when I gave her a subtle but encouraging smile, she soon smiled and nodded her head back.

"We can do this…" she mumbled to Katie and I but most importantly, she mumbled to herself. Though she was tired and drained and aching in every possible place, she could do it and I knew she could.

Minutes passed as Misty went back to rocking the little baby and trying to get her to stop crying. But nothing seemed to be working. She didn't like swaying side to side. She didn't like bouncing up and down. She certainly didn't appreciate being twirled.

Misty bit her lip but I kept my faith in her. I remained sat on the window sill and my eyes were fixed on Katie. I was wondering what she was thinking. I was wondering what she was feeling. Did it feel the exact same as when a human or I roared our lungs out? Or was it less intense because she was so young? I didn't know. I studied her face. Even though her face was so red and her cheeks were stained with tears, she still looked so adorable. And it was amazing how different she looked from Ben. I guess on some level it didn't shock me because Ash and Misty looked so different but it still took me by surprise.

A lot of people said Benjamin looked exactly like his father and I saw it too but there was definitely Misty in there. I believed that he had her mouth and when he smiled, it would look like hers. His locks were as raven as his father's though. And when his eyes twitched open, they were as soft brown as Ash's were. He shared his unique little freckles too. Both babies were a perfect mix yet the double of their parents and simply spectacular.

I faded out of my thoughts to see Misty looking at me again and she breathed out of her nose. After she stopped mumbling soothing words into Katie's ear while holding her with one hand, she rubbed her forehead with the other. Her mobile phone screen lit up the room when it flashed for apparently a second time. The orange haired female looked at me.

"Tell me that I don't need to answer 'yes' to James offering me his help?" she asked me in a tired tone that indicated she was so close to giving in and letting her best friend soothe her baby.

How sweet that would have been. Team Rocket member to Ketchum baby soothing extraordinaire. I had faith that James could do it. But I had faith that Misty could too. Even more in fact. I shook my head at her firmly and gave her a look that showed all my faith that I had for her inside.

You can do this.

Misty's eyes pricked with slight tears again when she heard my encouraging words but she sniffed them back, giving me a grateful smile and repeating the words that we both had now said.

"I can do this." She nodded her head and reaffirmed this to herself before cradling Katie even closer to her ear. Her cries had stopped being so roaring and desperate and were now hiccupping and almost sad.

As Misty's lips moved to her daughter's flushed pink little ear, she began speaking to her. She told her about how she met her father. She told her about all the adventures they had. She told her about the painful goodbye. She told her about the joyous reunion. She uttered to her about the terrible parting of her dear baby Togepi – or Togetic as it was when they said goodbye. Then suddenly she knew.

Her mouth hung slightly open and went almost dry. But she swallowed. She nodded her head. And I knew that she knew exactly what she had to do.

As little Katie drew breath to continue sobbing, Misty shut her eyes calmly and sat down in the rocking chair. She held the little ginger baby on her lap so she was sitting while correctly supporting her head and neck. She kept her eyes shut as she began rocking with her on the chair. I moved to sit on the edge of the crib again for a better look. I listened as Misty hummed in almost a lullaby sing, a song with a twist on what she had uttered years ago.

"Sleeeeepy, Katie." She mumbled to her newborn daughter, her brow almost furrowed with concentration in soothing her daughter and the lost memories of Togetic. "Go to sleep, sweetheart. Sleeeepy, Katie."

If the newborn baby wasn't becoming mesmerised by the soothing tone and watching the rocking, I certainly was! But lucky she shared my feeling. It took a few times, but Katie's noises seemed to dull down like an engine quietening to silence. She blinked her aquamarine orbs in the dim light of the night a few times before they fluttered closed. She relaxed against her mother's hold as she rocked her.

"Sleeeeeepy, Katie. That's it, go to sleep now." She opened her eyes to watch her daughter fall asleep when she sensed it approaching, her eyes full of love and pride rather than triumph in herself. It would only take one more go. "Sleeeepy, Katie."

The little newborn let out one tiny hiccup and she relaxed even more against her mother's hold before drifting off to dreamland at last.

Misty was feeling what I had been feeling before. Relief that the noise had finally ended. Tinnitus ringing in her eyes. She lay back exhaustedly in the chair and continued rocking but shut her eyes. She could no longer see her daughter's little calmed face but she could feel it as she held her close to her chest.

And in that moment, I knew I was seeing something sublime. I had seen Misty with my very own eyes go from her dear Togepi to her dear daughter. I firmly believed that her baby Pokémon were practice for her future with my best friend. It had to be. They had both been soothed by the exact same rocking and the exact same tones.

It was in that moment that I knew I was the luckiest Pokémon alive. I had seen the world. I had seen the depths of the ocean and the green of the forests and the coldness of the glaciers. I had seen it all. But what was most worthwhile to me, were sights like the ones that happened that night.

I had seen Misty go from rocking Togepi to rocking Katie. I had seen Ash go from clasping Phanpy to clasping Benjamin close to his chest. I knew that because of Ash and Misty, I had truly seen it all. And I knew there was nothing else to be seen other than their love and the miracles that had happened and could happen because of their couple.

The End.

There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 It was fun again writing Ash and Misty a bit younger than normal. It was also interesting imagining them as very new parents. Of course, they're both great at it but like every new mother and father, they struggle with crying babies. I really hope I got the little lullaby that Misty sings to Togepi and then Katie correct. I'm pretty sure it does occur in one episode but I can't remember which. Either way, she certainly had maternal instincts towards that little baby Pokemon and that helps her in the future :3 Thanks again and I'll be back next Wednesday with another PokeShipping themed chapter. Next weeks prompt is "Getting lost together". See you then!

AmyBieberKetchum signing out :3