The Brit’s heart felt like it had actually stopped working when Murdoc had heard the news that you were pregnant with his child. Sure, you two had sex on the night of your wedding, but it didn’t mean he wanted a damn child!

…But god fucking damnit… He was so damn excited to welcome this new little hellspawn into the world with you by his side, and his excitement only grew once you had gone into labour. Of course, the whole birth process was nerve wracking and a nail biting experience, but it was all worth it in the end..

Currenty, Murdoc is sat off to the side in an armchair with your newborn son in his arms, cooing and rocking the child as he allowed his tough n’ badass ego to piss off for the moment. Satan himself, the kid looked exactly like him! Minus the skin, nose, ears n’ smile. But, besides that, the kiddo was basically was basically just a miniature Murdoc.. Only a lot calmer and with no bass-playing skills— Oooh…

Good idea, Murdoc!

“..Y’think I should teach the kid t’ play my bass once they’re older?”

Murdoc asked, glancing over towards what he calls his hot, beautiful wife, you.