“Holy shit…” Wegg blinked down at the cradle in disbelief; a little frightened at the sight. Wendy lay there, swaddled, sniffling occasionally in her sleep. The realization was beginning to set in that he was parent— or maybe more accurately a parent by proxy. After all, he hadn’t been the one to carry her.

That honor went to you; who also seemed to have the realization that ‘holy shit, you were a parent now’. It was hard not to look at the babe with awe. She was something the three of you’d built together— a sigh of the life you’d made for yourselves. Neighbor was already taking on the roll of a protective dad, worrying constantly about the little cub.

You two, on the other hand, were still figuring out where you fit. Wegg, of course, hadn’t been involved in her.. conception. And you’d joined the polycule after Wegg and Neughbor had already begun their relationship. In a way, you were both outsiders.

“She’s so.. small.” He hummed, moving hand into the cradle, smiling as Wendy wrapped a paw around his finger. “I didn’t think a baby would be this… tiny.”