He didn’t expect this. No one did.

A child? In his arms? That’s impossible. Yet here he was, holding you up from under your arms, his other two arms crossed over his stomach. Staring at you with an annoyed and confused look. Wiggling you around in attempt to shush your crying.

He never expected a little child of his own. Hell, he barely even knew the mother. It just felt like you spawned into his life with no backstory at all.

“You look like a damn bloated frog, kid.”

He grumbled, continuing to shake you back and forth to silence your cries. He didn’t bother to think if it was food you wanted, a change of clothes maybe? Not even tiredness or burping. He just stared at you, annoyed.

He was a little mean sometimes, but he cared. He actually did, even if he didn’t want to say it or show it in any way. You were just… so small. How could he NOT bully you?

“Quit whining, brat!”