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You watched him as he slipped out of bed and scooped her up into his arms at her first soft sound of distress. “Shh, shh, precious. Daddy’s got you. It’s okay,” he murmured soothingly, cradling her against his chest. The baby hiccupped, fussing some more and you smiled a little. “I bet somebody’s got a wet diaper,” he murmured and the baby hiccupped again, waving her little hands at him. “You know what though? Daddy can fix that,” he told her, leaning in and rubbing his nose against hers. You smothered a laugh as her tiny fingers hooked in his curly hair and he gave a pained grunt when she tugged on it. “Easy there, precious,” he chuckled. “Pulling Daddy’s hair is Mommy’s job.” To your surprise, the baby giggled as Kenny carried her over to the changing table. You sat up in bed and scooted over so you could watch the two of them.
Kenny carefully laid her down on the changing table, shaking his head slightly while retrieving a clean diaper. “We need to talk to Mommy about your wardrobe. You’re a Bullet Club Baby and we need to dress you like one,” he cooed, unsnapping her Little Mermaid onesie so he could take her diaper off. “Whoa! We’re also going to do something about your diet, baby girl. I expect that smell from the Bucks, not my gorgeous little girl,” he exclaimed quietly, waving a hand in front of his nose. The baby giggled, kicking her little socked feet and waving her arms. “You’re a cute little stinker. I’ll give you that,” he laughed, cleaning her up and tucking the fresh diaper around her. “I think we can dispense with jammies for the rest of the night. Whatcha’ think, doll?” he mused, carefully taking her onesie off and tossing it in the direction of the hamper. She seemed to agree if her giggles were any indication.
Lifting her up, he gently bounced her a few times, cooing and talking nonsense to her. “If she pukes, you’re cleaning it up,” you laughed softly and he turned to look at you. “She won’t. She’d rather puke on Matt,” he joked, using one foot to roll the baby’s bassinet closer to the bed. “You say that now,” you warned with a soft laugh. Kenny carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, the baby peeking over his shoulder at you. “Come to Mama, sweetpea,” you crooned, holding out your hands to the baby. She waved her little hands at you so Kenny handed her over to you. The moment she was in your arms, she seemed to settle. Her hands gently patted your cheeks and made you smile as you settled back against the pillows, Kenny leaning up on one arm beside you. “We made a gorgeous baby,” you sighed, glancing up at him. “Yeah, we did.” He nodded in agreement as he spoke. He leaned over and brushed his lips against your temple. “I bet the next one will be even better-looking than his sister,” he murmured, gently turning your face towards his. “We’re waiting a while before we have another one, bub,” you told him, lightly kissing him. “I know. But it’s something to think about,” he answered and then looked at the baby. “What do you think, precious? How does a baby brother sound to you?” he asked and she clapped her hands before patting each of your cheeks. “She agrees with me,” Kenny laughed, carefully moving you and the baby closer to him. You just shook your head and relaxed with the two of them. It was a night like this that made everything that led to your daughter’s birth absolutely worthwhile.