I'm going to start this off by saying this is a test run. I have a lot of ideas for this story, and since it's my first one i'll be trying out new things and seeing how it goes. Be warned, if I get that far, this story will be a lot different than most.

It was exhausting. You may think being a baby is all fun and games, but it felt like her soul was being sucked out of her every time she tried to move. Thankfully, the giants did all that for her.

She had met quite a lot of new people, now that she thought about it, but three seemed to be the most consistent. Her new mother, a man she could only assume to be her father, and a boy not much older than her and her twin.

She personally liked mom the best. She was gentle and warm, with beautiful silk hair and held her and her twin with much care. She honestly couldn't tell much more, as she had terrible vision. Guess some things never change. The boy who was probably her older brother was a close second though. He would watch and help when they were being taken care of, and sneaked into their room and watched her and her twin sleep.

That would be creepy in any other circumstance but whatever.

She yawned again. She and her twin had been fed and watered in all that and placed down in the same crib. She had no problems with this, as in her past life she had slept with anime body pillows and two pet cats. She wasn't afraid to crack out a hug or two either.

Actually she lied, she did have a problem-a month old baby has extremely limited mobility. The most she could do was scoot over and clutch the front of his onesie. Though she did admit it was freaking adorable when he did the same.

Getting comfy, she started her ritual before sleep activity: Thinking.

Don't get her wrong, she was happy she was given a second chance, but everything was just so... different. From what she could tell(between sleeping and the impending existential crisis) the people spoke an entirely different language than English. Being a bit of an anime nerd in her past life, this didn't bother her much. While it wasn't Japanese, it was something close to it and she could work with that. Plus she had plenty of time, being a baby in all

And get this; there was something everywhere. A wacky sort of energy like the force in star wars. This hadn't been a thing back then so she was acutely aware of it.

Her new father's energy was stoic and cold but steady. Her mothers was calm like a moonlight pond but it had a fire hidden in the middle of it. Her older brothers was a fire plain and simple. It was fierce but meritoriously controlled. It could warm and protect you or burn you.

But what caught her attention the most was her baby brothers. Unlike the three other members of her family who's signature seemed to mature with them, his was like a blank sheet of paper, eager to be drawn and written on. There was a certain innocence and purity that made his absolutely endearing.

Briefly she wondered what hers would be like, since she already had a developed personality.

Shifting slightly in the red blanket she blearily looked at her rather adorable twin(and if she was as cute as that, more power to her) who's features were gently caressed by the moonlight streaming through the assumed window. Honestly, he looked like a cherub. A bit of drool fell on the top of his onesie by her fist and his eyelashes fluttered along with the butterflies he was probably dreaming about.

And while that was nice in all, she was tuckered out. So without further ado, she closed her eyes and dreamed.

She woke up to the sound of her brother crying. It wasn't outright wailing yet but it would be soon. She took a delicate sniff. Ah. Shuddering, she realized it'd be quite awhile before she could use the bathroom by herself again. Oh well.

Expecting her new mother to change their diapers, she was surprised when much tinnier hands airlifted him away and out of range of her terrible baby vision. She immediately ceased whimpering (she had dignity!). She gawked into space and was also lifted up and out of the crib and changed. Damn, this older brother was smart.

Gentle hands closed her diaper and gingerly cradled her against a chest. Lips rested against her forehead, and her head was supported by his shoulder.

Wow, this was actually extremely comfortable.

She decided to voice her happiness and test the waters by babbling. She felt the lips smile on her forehead and she was lowered into the crib with her twin.

Tomorrow, she decided she would find out what her new families names were. She couldn't call her new dad frumpy forever, after all.