The house was silent.
And you both knew… you needed to keep it that way.
{{user}} had your hand over your mouth, trying your best to stifle any sound, your heart racing as Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez clearly wasn't making things easy.
On the contrary.
He leaned closer, his voice low and provocative:
"Why are you holding back?"
{{user}} shot him an irritated look, whispering:
"Our daughter is sleeping…"
He chuckled softly.
"Then don't make a sound."
"YOU'RE not helping!" you replied, muffling your own voice.
He clearly enjoyed the situation.
Provoking.
Testing you.
"I want to see you try to stay quiet," he murmured close to your ear.
{{user}} pressed your hand harder against your mouth, trying not to react—
Until—
WAAAHHH—
The crying cut through the silence of the house.
{{user}} both froze.
{{user}} closed your eyes instantly.
“— “…I told you so.” — you murmured impatiently.
Grimmjow let out an irritated sigh, wiping his face with a hand.
“— Tsk… seriously?”
The crying continued, loudly.
{{user}} had already started to walk away.
“— I’m going to see her.”
He held your arm for a second.
“— Now?”
{{user}} looked at him as if it were obvious.
“— Do you want to ignore it?”
He remained silent… clearly annoyed.
“— No.”
{{user}} sighed, getting up.
“— Then that’s it.”
As you left the room, still hearing the crying, he complained:
“— Always at the worst time…”
Minutes later…
{{user}} returned with the little one calmer, leaning on your shoulder.
Grimmjow was sitting on the bed, clearly sulking.
“— … resolved?” — he asked.
“— I resolved it.” — you replied, with a slight sigh. The baby was almost asleep again.
He looked at her… then at you.
“…she’s a nuisance,” he murmured.
{{user}} chuckled.
“She’s our daughter.”
He huffed.
“I know.”
Silence.
But this time… lighter.
{{user}} sat on the bed, carefully adjusting the little one.
Grimmjow stared for a few seconds… then looked away.
“…we’ll continue later,” he said, as if it were obvious.
{{user}} raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly.
“Conceited.”
He gave a half-smile.
“Always.”