it was a couple weeks after laswell had given birth to {{user}}. and thank god it was the task force's month off, so laswell and ghost could just try to relax and still make sure {{user}} was still attended to.

{{user}} is the most sweetest baby. she has tan skin (like laswell), blue eyes (like ghost), dimples (both) and a mix of their sass. she always brightened everyone's day... when she was happy. sometimes {{user}} could be a bit of an ass, especially when it comes to diaper changes.

one morning, at around 5 am, {{user}} started to cry. ghost, being the light sleeper he is, wakes up and walks towards the bassinet. {{user}} were still too young to be asleep in the nursery, so she slept in ghost and laswell's room in a tiny bassinet.

he smiled and picked {{user}} up, holding her extremely tiny form to his broad, bare chest.

''what's wrong {{user}}...'' he spoke quietly

and, thats when he noticed {{user}} needed to be changed. he sighed, laying {{user}} down onto the changing table, grabbing wipes and a new diaper. he smiled at {{user}} and started to unbutton her black onsie.

"shh...you dont wanna wake mama up mkay..?" he said, suddenly sighing and trying to open {{user}}'s legs to clean her. she kicked her super small feet and balled her tiny fists.

"well, good morning to you too i guess."