🍼 (For widow and baby sofia)
Send 🍼 to see how my muse would react to being handed a baby
The words were dry, but there was a smirk about the woman’s lips as the small girl was placed in her arms, big brown eyes looking up at her mother with the adoration of an angel. Widowmaker was confused, shocked, stunned. She didn’t know what to say, what to do, simply holding on to this bundle of soft blankets and tiny little noises.
This was an impossibility, a fault in someone’s design because neither her, nor her lover could have children, and yet there they stood, both of them staring down at what seemed to be a surreal apparition.Â
“ @underneaththenightsdisguise, h..how?”
She wanted to ask more, but the devious scientist already had turned away, chuckling almost while making her way to the back of the lab, leaving the two confused, together, staring at each other in utter disbelief.
Widowmaker could not deny that the little one looked like Reyes, strikingly so, almost a spitting image of her presumed father, so the fact that his genetics were involved was clear, almost as clear as it was that she had been the other half of this little experiment. The little girl had the delicate nature of her features, but those eyes, oh those eyes were her dad’s.
“What… what are we supposed to do? Did you know? Was this part of your plan with her?”, she nodded towards the scientist that was long gone. The sniper was not worried per say, but she felt… violated. Used. Toyed with. Bringing in a child into this fucked up life of theirs was not safe, especially when given to a person who was emotionally neutered to the point of feeling nothing. How could she even attempt to raise this one?
