Author's Notes: I forgot to mention, this story isn't posted in any sort of chronological order. It's just short one shot ideas from their life raising a child. One chapter could be Ori aged ten, the next Ori aged two. Hope you enjoy! - Dave

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Jaune slid into bed with a content sigh at the smooth crisp sheets against his achy skin. T'was a long day. Pyrrha did the same, yawning into her palm before snuggling back into the pillows.

"Good night Jau-" She lost her trail of words as he leaned over her, cupping her cheeks in each hand. "What's wrong?" she asked as her cheeks mushed in.

"Now, remember what we talked about... " He said softly. "... We need to be a bit firm with Ori at this age. When she comes in here saying she wants to sleep in our bed, we need to stay strong, and put her back in her own room, okay?" He kissed her brow. Pulling back, he saw her easy smile.

"Yes. Easy."

"Really?" Jaune raised a brow. "Because you have a gigantic heart, and tend to cave with our daughter."

Pyrrha scoffed, furrowing her brows. "No I don't."

"Pyrrha." Jaune said simply. Pyrrha's face heated, and she looked down at his wrists to avoid his stare, because damn it all he was right. She loved her baby girl so so much, and anything that upset her tugged those heartstrings.

"Well... sometimes." Pyrrha blushed.

"If she pouts and gives you puppy dog eyes, you're putty in her hands." Jaune smiled wryly.

"W-Well so are you!" Pyrrha frowned, Jaune chuckling at her reaction. He gave her cheeks a soft squeeze, before kissing her brow again. She sighed softly, sliding her knee up beside him in the bed.

"Yeah, but I grew up with seven sisters. Six of which were younger! I had to learn to be firm when they were little, especially when they came in saying they wanted to sleep in my room." Jaune said softly, sitting back on the bed with a creak of springs.

"But why can't I cuddle with my baby?" Pyrrha whimpered, Jaune smiling softly at her.

"Oh, honey. We need to start laying these rules, otherwise the kid'll rule the roost. Trust me, I've watched Supernanny. I know this." Jaune grinned as she gave a small giggle. "Okay? I'm not saying it's gonna be easy. But, we need to be strong. A team."

"Fine." Pyrrha pouted, crossing her arms under her chest.

"See?" Jaune smiled softly. "Now I'm putty in your hands." He leaned in and gave her a deep, languid kiss, sucking her bottom lip. He broke the kiss with a quiet pant, before wrapping his arms around her, Pyrrha returning the gesture with a happy hum. "C'mon, let's get some sleep."

"Okay." Pyrrha sighed, switching her bedside lamp off, manoeuvring to get comfy in the remaining dim light of Jaune's lamp. She pressed her head into the pillow with a pleased hum, just as Jaune clicked his lamp off and the room went dark. She felt him shuffle around in the bed, until his warmth was around her back, his hands sliding over her waist to hug her tightly. She beamed and angled her neck up so he could kiss it. "Good night, my love."

"G'night, Pyr." Jaune kissed the tender spot two more times, before burying his face in her loose red hair. "Mmm. Love you."

"You too." She hummed, hands smoothing over his linked at her waist, before eventually they began to drift to sleep.

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Eventually, around two in the morning, their tightly pressed together forms had drifted open. Pyrrha was still holding one of his hands around her waist, but he was slightly on his back as the other wrist lay across his brow. Pyrrha breathed soft puffs of air as she slept on, until the door crept open, and tiny feet could be heard fumbling over the floor boards. A few creaks here and there, until the little intruder stood at the edge of the bed, looking up at Pyrrha.

A small hand lifted to poke her nose. Pyrrha's face scrunched and she mumbled, but drifted back to sleep, until another poke made those tired eyes blink open.

"Wha?" Pyrrha sat up slightly on a propped elbow, rubbing her eyes with the other fist. Her eyes adjusted to the dark, to the toddler at the bed in her tiny blue bunny onesie. Pyrrha sighed. Here we go. "Ori? Sweetie, no you need to go to bed."

A little voice whispered back. "I can't sleep, Mommy."

Pyrrha sighed, swallowing thickly. "I know Honey, but you need to try. Can you try for Mommy?"

Little Ori shook her head, burying her face in her plushie bear. "I wanna cuddle with Mommy."

Pyrrha bit her lip, her heart aching at the tiny baby in front of her. Her tiny baby. Who was upset. "Sweetie..."

Ori lifted her head, the hood's bunny ears flopping left and right. "Pleeeeaaaase Mommy. M'scared. I can't sleep."

Pyrrha blew out a breath, before lifting the quilt. Ori quietly clambered into the bed, while Pyrrha lifted Jaune's hand from her waist, letting Ori snuggle into her before draping his palm protectively over his daughter. Pyrrha pushed a fabric bunny ear out of the way with her nose, before hugging her daughter and kissing her head. She dropped the quilt back down and sighed contently.

"Okay. But just this once." Pyrrha said, snuggling her baby.

"Love you, Mommy." Ori whispered against her chest, before her eyelids began to droop. Pyrrha closed her own with a soft smile.

"I love you too, Amica Mea."

Jaune mumbled in his sleep and rolled back to Pyrrha. He snuggled into her back and draped his other arm along the length of Pyrrha's nightgown covered thigh, breathing softly into her neck. Pyrrha, feeling ever so loved, smiled and drifted off to sleep with her little, perfect family.

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Sunlight began to pour in around the curtains, dimly painting the room with enough light that Jaune started to stir. He grumbled and yawned, giving Pyrrha's cheek a long and soft kiss. He snuggled his face into her neck and she hummed.

"Morning." He said hoarsely, kissing her neck once, twice. She murmured and started to wake herself, as Jaune propped himself on his elbow to see her in her morning beauty. All ruffled hair, no make up, still dopey with sleep. Perfect. Then he raised a brow at the lump under the blanket, snuggled into her chest. He peeled the blanket back and saw Ori sound asleep in her Mother's grasp. Soft puffs of air left her nose, as her mouth was occupied sucking her thumb.

Jaune looked at Pyrrha with disappointment. She gave a sheepish chuckle back.

"Dammit, Pyrrha."

"But she was so cute and couldn't sleep!" Pyrrha whined, looking down at her daughter with adoration. She gently thumbed a lock of hair out of her daughter's sleeping eyes, feeling that soft, young, new skin. "What was I supposed to do? I can't help it."

Jaune sighed, before nodding. "I know. I know." He smiled, kissing Pyrrha's cheek as she stroked her daughter's. "I guess we'll have to hope you grow out of it first, huh?"