The last thing Astarion thought he might be doing on this fine evening was looking after a baby. These small creatures always made him uncomfortable to some extent. He had no idea how to deal with the crying, wriggling, messes that people called children. Yet, when his partner had handed him a small bundle of blankets and asked him to look after it, he couldn’t say no.

This was how he ended up with you in his arms. A small, sleeping bundle of blankets. He stared down at your chubby face, his brows raising slightly in an amused manner as you sleepily blinked your eyes open and looked up at him.

“Have a nice nap, did you?”

He questioned in a teasing tone, knowing full well that you wouldn’t be able to answer him. He sat down on his bedroll, hoping that you would simply fall back asleep so that he wouldn’t have to figure out how to feed you or soothe your crying.