A high-pitched squeal rent the air and you gasped, finally feeling freed of your burden you sagged back against the white cushions and tried to catch your breath. Gilbert was staring at the bundle of child that the doctor was weighing and checking, his hand tightly frozen around yours. “Congratulations, it’s a girl.”
The albino stood up as if in a daze, reaching out for his new-born daughter. Cradling her in his arms, he gazed at her, his red eyes wide with wonder. He glanced at you as though he was seeking reassurance that this moment was real and not just a figment of his over-active imagination. Smiling tiredly at him, you held out your hand.
After gently giving your child to you, he sat down and just stared at the two of you. It was unlike him to be so quiet, so you rubbed your thumb over his hand. “Y’okay?” You croaked, your sore throat aching when you spoke instead of groaning for a change.
“J-ja.” He murmured back, his eyes still on her. Shifting so that he was sitting on his knees beside you, he stroked the wrinkled, warm skin of her cheek. “Hübsch.” He muttered and you recognised the word meaning ‘beautiful’, how could you not? After all he’d called you that so many times before. You chuckled slightly and ruffled his dishevelled hair.
His native tongue always appeared when he couldn’t find the English words to describe what he was seeing. The plastic bracelet around your wrist twisted uncomfortably, and he smoothed it out. Lifting your hand up, he kissed your palm over and over again. “She’s- she’s so beautiful.” He breathed, trembling as he tickled your daughter’s cheek.
Your baby yawned, her small hands reaching out and grasping Gilbert’s thumb. His face exploded into redness and he laughed loudly, picking her up and nuzzling her face with his own. “She’s so cute!!”
Unfortunately, she didn’t like the sudden, endearing outburst coming your German husband and she whimpered, breaking out into shrieks of distress. Gilbert froze and started looking around for something he could do, panicking as his little girl continued shrieking.
“Give her to me.” You instructed, not failing to giggle at the relieved expression he wore when she stopped crying the second she was nestled in your warm embrace. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t me-“ You silenced him with a kiss, one he happily returned. “Don’t worry, see? She stopped.” You whispered, butting your forehead against his.
He hummed in response, smiling adoringly at both you and your daughter. “I love you two.” He told you quietly, kissing first your nose and then hers. She gurgled in reply, her little fists clenching and unclenching. Gilbert shot you a conspiratorial look, before he pulled a face at her. She let out a curious laugh, which sounded an awful lot like his own strange laugh. You couldn’t help yourself, you hugged them both closely and laughed along with them.
“C’mon! C’mon! I want-a to see them!”
“You okay, Rudwig?” The blond nodded, a blank look on his face. He was still trying to get over the fact that is big brother was a father now. Ludwig silently swore he’d do everything to stop his brother from messing things up like usual. Kiku smiled softly, seeing Ludwig sitting down for a moment to get his bearings, the bubbly Italian racing around the corridor.
Kiku stopped in front of the door to your room and knocked quietly once. When no reply came, he peeked inside. The sight that greeted him made him pull out his camera and snap a picture. Gilbert had you wrapped in his arms, as you had your child and the three of you were snoring away together.
“So, can-a we go in?” Feliciano peered inside over the top of Kiku’s head, smiling widely when he saw you. “We shouldn’t disturb should we?” He asked. “No, we shourd reave them be.”
They smiled at each other and then went to find Ludwig some much-needed coffee.