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          No, he couldn’t let her do that either. At least not alone. Fey w a s his child, and he n e e d e d to form a bond with her, even if he i s dead tired. However, babies her age u s u a l l y sleep through the night and secretly, he h o p e s she’s no exception.

          “We’ll take turns. She’s my daughter, I have to bond with her at some point.”

          The phrase ‘my daughter’ felt f o r e i g n to his tongue. He glances down as he takes in the barrage of questions, getting his first r e a l look at Fey. She was tiny, and fragile, but a l s o one of the most beautiful things he’d ever seen. Even with her eyes closed he could tell she’d inherited them from him. He really should’ve paid more attention to the other parent’s face (and their name) so it’d be easier to tell which of Fey’s features were his and which were the other parent’s.

          “I t h i n k their name began with J, I’m not sure. It was suppose to be a one night thing. Qiu, if I d o decide to keep her, would you help me raise her?”

        okay, maybe it was little too earlier to already be arguing in front of the baby, so qiu sighs and stops the hand in his hair. she stops all movements and plops down next to danny. she leaned her head on his shoulder to get a better look at fey.

❝ okay, fine, ❞ 

        she says barely above a whisper. it’s so quiet that she’s afraid he won’t hear it. she wanted him to hear it, though. she wanted him to hear that she would stay with him, that she wasn’t scared off. she knew he needed her kind words, and even more so in the future. the thoughts about the future bring the first smile of the night.

          The urge to cry returns, and once again he blinks them back. He can’t tell w h y, whether it’s the overwhelming situation, or her w a r m and calming words paired with the comfort of her hands on his face. He feels h o r r i b l e for dragging her into this, but she’s the only one t r u s t s enough to help him deal with this. 

           “I’m n o t leaving you without a bed, you can take mine for the night.”

           He d o u b t s that he’ll be sleeping much anyways, he had a lot to sort out. S h o u l d he even keep her? Fey deserved her b e s t chance at life, not a father who carried the faint smell of blood on him. He is at least c o n s i d e r i n g adoption, an open one as he’d like to see her grow up and be a part of her life in s o m e form. 

          “Do I need to explain how babies are m a d e, Qiu?”

        she knows there’s no point in arguing. if it was something like washing the dishes, qiu would fight so the duty fell on danny. however, if danny wasn’t going to be sleeping in his bed, then the least she could do was wake up to tend to a crying fey while he slept.

❝ fine, but i’ll check on her when she cries, okay? ❞

        qiu began running a hand through his dyed hair while the other stroked his sharp cheekbone. every now and then she would take a quick glance down to look at fey. she was tiny. without a doubt, she would grow up to resemble her father. that begged the question of who the mother was.

          C a l m down? He thought he was being r e a s o n a b l y calm for someone who didn’t know they had a six month old daughter until an hour ago. But Qiu’s r i g h t, she always is, and he lets her lead him to their couch, sitting on it gently so as n o t to disturb the sleeping baby. Which reminds him that they n e e d e d to get to a store before they all closed and at l e a s t get Fey a bed, clothes, and more food and formula for now and worry about the rest l a t e r. 

          Another thing: his j o b. Danny’s not willing to bring his child into the world of assassination. He’d have to stop doing it. But then who would hire him? Legally speaking, he’d n e v e r had a job. Where would he end up? Serving at a restaurant for $2 an hour, praying he’ll get good tips? He guesses he’ll h a v e to.

         “Qiu, t h a n k you.”

          He w a n t s to apologize for bringing her to this m e s s. For creating a mess as well. Just like he a l w a y s does, though this is different. And just like always, Qiu’s there with her calm and soothing words, though she was as shocked and seemly nervous as he was, she was still t r y i n g and he greatly appreciates it.

        as long as they both remained calm, it would also help fey when she woke up. something qiu learned, from babysitting and raising her cousins, was that children could sense when their caretaker was distressed. but qiu was really only trying to remain calm more for danny’s benefit. he was just as shaken as she was, but she didn’t want him to feel afraid. qiu didn’t want him to think she was going to leave, he needed her support and she would give it to him.

        she took another deep breath before kneeling in front of danny. the bag was set besides her, a reminder to their lack of prepareness. she needed to understand the sitiuation. how did this happen? she was used to danny coming home covered in the faint aroma of blood, but not a baby. 

❝ don’t thank me. you know i would never leave you, hun.❞

        qiu placed her hands on either side of his face, forcing them to make eye contact. she noticed his eyebrows knitted togetherin distress, she noticed how his lips were pressed until they were thin lines, and she noticed the tense shoulders.

          He’s g l a d her maternal instincts kicked in as his paternal ones h a d n ‘ t. He’s no idiot and he’s certainly not new to childcare, his own sister being a toddler when he left he k n e w the basics of taking care of babies and he’d gotten over his shock e n o u g h to check the bag that was thrust at him before the other parent left (it didn’t have m u c h in it, a few jars of baby food, a bottle with formula, blanket, diapers, and some toys).

          Oh, he’d l o v e to tell her it was a joke, to crack a smile and reveal it was some doll he’d gotten at the store. But it’s n o t, he had a child. Worst of all, he doesn’t even know her a g e, he can only assume. Would it affect her down the line - N o, he can’t think like that. About the f u t u r e, not when he doesn’t even know if he w a n t s to keep her yet.

          “F e y. Her name’s Fey. I’d a s s u m e close to six months. I don’t k n o w when she last ate, she hasn’t cried so I’d assume she’s fine for now. I don’t know what to d o, Qiu.”

        fey. just six months. qiu should really demand an explanation from danny. she should smack him and re-educate him in how to use protection, but the baby. she needed them now. qiu needed to focus on now. danny needed her support, and qiu never imagined herself to be in this situation but here she was. she only met fey for not even five minutes, but qiu could already see her growing up and being the cutest thing ever.

        her hands, that were still hanging awkwardly in front of her, finally reached for the bag. just the basics, but she couldn’t help but worry about food and diapers. babies are expensive. qiu was gonna need to work more shifts or find another job. she wanted danny to be in fey’s life. 

          Perhaps it was a sign to stop having one night stands, or at least to not meet with them after. He’s not sure w h y he accepted their request to do so as he couldn’t even remember their name, but they’d shoved a child into his arms when he’d gotten there with a quick ‘Her name’s Fey, she’s yours, I want n o t h i n g to do with this.’ as they were as unprepared as he was. Not that he didn’t w a n t kids, he’d just like to know ahead of time. At l e a s t Fey seemed to like him, giving him a warm smile before putting her head on his shoulder. He has to blink back as tears as now was d e f i n i t e l y not the time to cry.

          F u c k, what would his roommate think? The thought entered his mind as he fumbled lightly with his keys (thanking whatever higher being that he’d remembered them this time). S u r e, she was good with children, but he doubts she’d want to live with a six month old. Upon finally entering the shared apartment he gently closes the door so as n o t to disturb the kid.

         “Qiu, I f u c k e d up. Royally.”

        qiu rolled off the couch with a little groan. she had grown accustomed to sleeping on the couch. it made opening the door for danny a lot easier than getting tangled in her sheets on the way. so many things were going through her head: number one, danny fucked up a lot. he needed to be more specific. number two, he had keys? number three, it was a little to earlier for this bullshit.

        by fucked up, qiu was expecting a broken bone (okay, that was a little dramatic, but danny was reckless) or maybe buying something whilst drunk, but not this. not a baby in his arms. not his baby in his arms. if it is his. qiu finally came to her sense and scrambled off the floor to stand. fuck fuck fuck. her hovered over the baby. his baby. oh, my god. what was she supposed to do? she was unsure where to put her hands. she hoped this was a prank. that the baby turned out to be a sack of flour. it’s not like she didn’t want children. oh, she loved children. but now? she could barely afford three meals.

          E v e n t u a l l y he releases her from the bone crushing hug as he doesn’t want to stain her shirt with his tears. His watery smile still remains as he wipes his tears away with a small sniffle. He k n o w s he shouldn’t expect so little from her as she a l w a y s proved him wrong, but after seeing the w o r s t in some it’s all expects. At least he’s always pleasantly surprised when he’s wrong. 

          “You baked w i t h o u t burning the house down? Honey, I’m so p r o u d of you.”

        she ignored the sarcasm and instead caressed his cheekbones with her thumbs. she cooed a little as she squished his cheeks. 

❝ danny, you know i love you, right? ❞

          It takes him a few seconds to process what was going on before a w i d e smile forms and he gives her a t i g h t hug complete with his face buried in her shoulder. Honestly, he was s c a r e d that she’d forgotten his birthday, and he was also too scared to reminder her. But she didn’t and it felt n i c e to have someone to celebrate with and - d a m m i t he didn’t want to cry but he couldn’t s t o p the tears welling up no matter how much he tried to blink them away.

           “Qiu! I thought you forgot.”

        it took her a moment to recover from nearly having her life squeezed out of her, but she managed to wiggle her arm out and gently pet his hair. she loved danny how could she forget? she never felt so strongly about her friends. qiu was living in constant fear of them leaving, but danny’s presence just assured her that they would be by each other’ side.

        the cake looked like shit. it was a strange lump drowned in white frosting with crooked blue letters. qiu discovered last minute that there were not enough candles, so she prepared four and six instead. god, she just hoped danny enjoyed the cake (because she had never cried so much in her life about goddamn cake. she wasn’t even drunk!).

        she had texted danny about thirty minutes ago to come back home, and the second qiu heard the click of the door opening she bounding to the door feeling giddy.

        ❝ happy birthday, danny! ❞

         The very t h o u g h t of him actually, seriously hitting on a woman d o e s have him laughing. Not that she isn’t pretty as he does have eyes, he can appreciate women in an a e s t h e t i c viewpoint, but his attraction doesn’t go beyond that as he enjoys the company of men.

         “That’s fine, I’m g a y anyways.”

        she was a little shocked at his boldness. she had nothing against gays, she herself being pan, but not many people would bluntly say they were gay. even qiu refused to talk about her sexual orientation with her mother.

         “I guess you could say you f e l l for me.”

           He considers laughing at his own h o r r i b l e joke before deciding that’s t o o corny, settling for a self satisfied grin before letting go of the girl’s arm. Thankfully, Carmine had always had quick reflexes that a l w a y s helped in situations such as this, catching strangers from falling and embarrassing themselves and telling dad jokes to them afterwords.

❝ i - ❞

        still holding onto the stranger’s arms in a death grip, qiu squinted her eyes at him. she was caught between playing along and cringing. it was mostly cringing, though. it wouldn’t be the first time this happened; qiu falling into someone’s arms and then a horrible pun. she slowly peeled herself away from the stranger.