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The first thing Prompto wakes up to is concerned voices and someone fussing or whining.
It takes a few moments to sit up, adjust in the tent and glance around. It’s just Ignis, Gladio and a fussing baby. He blinks and looks again. The baby wasn’t here last night.
Ignis notices him staring and speaks up.
“I’m as baffled as you are. I woke up to and found this infant next to your sleeping bag.“ Ignis states.
“Baby didn’t come with any of us. Maybe the kid’s lost.” Gladio mutters, looking concerned.
“I doubt an infant this young crawled all the way here and into our tent.” Ignis replies.
“Maybe someone left them?” Prompto adds. “That’s creepy if someone did just y'know sneak into our tent and place their kid here.”
Gladio offers the baby to Ignis who holds them and sighs.
“It’s rather troubling either way.” he says looking at the baby. “Strange.”
“What?” Prompto asks, looking distressed. He’s clueless with babies but this whole thing so far has him worried for the poor soul. He’s terrified something’s wrong with them.
“The infant kind of looks like Noct.” Ignis casually says.
“Looks like Blondie too.” Gladio adds which Ignis agrees with.
“W-What? Give ‘em here.” Prompto looks confused as he’s handed the baby and quickly corrected on his incorrect holding of them.
The baby is warm which makes him feel a little better. They seem to stop fussing in his arms so he gets the chance to look at them.
They’re kind of cute if he had to admit it with their pale skin, thick blonde baby hair and eyes similar to Noctis’ and lips too. The nose looks familiar too maybe similar to his own. He’s baffled and scared honestly, it looks like him and Noctis kind of. He’d remember if he had a kid right? He’s positive he would.
“H-Hey little um…”
“Guy.” Gladio adds to which Prompto raises a brow. “It’s not hard to figure out.”
“…Little guy. He’s wrapped in a blanket dude.How was I supposed to know?” Prompto mutters, offering a weak nervous smile to the baby boy. Said baby gurgles and yawns.
“Who do you think wrapped him up?” Gladio replies. Prompto huffs and complains about not being told sooner to which Gladio shrugs,muttering about it being the least important priority in this troubling situation.
Prompto goes quiet for a second before speaking up again.
“...He’s not gonna pee on me right? Or on the blanket?” Prompto asks, glancing at the baby and then Ignis and Gladio.
“Doubt it. Kid’s had nothing.” Gladio replies which makes Prompto relax and look back at the baby who this time offers a toothless smile which makes Prompto smile back.
“First time he’s smiled.” Gladio comments, watching the scene.
Prompto looks nervous as hell as he glances up at Gladio and then back to the baby. He doesn’t know what he’s doing here. What if he drops him.
“Try and wake princess up.” Gladio says noting the blonde’s nervousness. “Also you won’t drop the baby. Just saying. If that’s why you’re worrying.”
Prompto bites his lip and leans down a little to Noctis, he blushes and swallows. His crush on him has only been getting worse as the years go on and at twenty he doesn’t know if he can handle it potentially growing worse.
The baby looks at Noctis and coos almost in his ear before proceeding to pat his face. Surprisingly it wakes Noctis up and he opens his eyes looking at Prompto and the baby currently patting his face before attempting to drift back off.
The situation hits him seconds later and his eyes shoot open. He stares at the baby then up at Prompto a few times, like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or not.
“Who’s kid is this?” Noctis asks, watching as the baby notices he’s awake and stops patting. He seems happy Noctis is awake.
“Um we don’t know. Iggy and Gladio found him in here.” Prompto replies, glancing at the baby boy.
Said baby sneezes and startles himself, he whines and Prompto brings him close to comfort him. He rubs his back and mutters how everything’s ok.
“…Since when did you handle babies?” Noctis asks.
“I-I don’t know what I’m doing. I saw this on TV once.” Prompto mutters.
* * *
They get ready and have breakfast. Gladio offering Prompto a spare blanket to help keep the baby warm. It was a chilly morning.
Gladio bundles the baby up with it and the baby stares up at him. He seems almost content in that blanket.
“He’s got no diapers so we’re gonna have to get some.” the shield says to Ignis. “Also formula. He’s too young for solids.”
Ignis agrees but seems conflicted. He doesn’t like the idea of the child waiting for his meal for too long.
“We’ll get supplies after breakfast then.” Ignis replies watching as Prompto teaches Noctis how to hold the baby while holding toast in his mouth.
“Would the gods and goddesses be mad if we summon them to ask about the baby?” Prompto asks around his toast.
“Please don’t summ-” Ignis sighs as he looks at Noctis.
Noctis’ eyes glow pink and the baby stares before being to wail. He seems panicked as he glances at the baby, eyes still pink before he picks him up and attempts to summon still while trying comfort the scared baby.
The baby boy wails against him until Shiva arrives. He all but whimpers a little until he spots her and attempts to touch her.
Noctis quickly stops the baby and attempts to talk with the Glacian before he has to call Prompto over to hold the baby who seems to badly want to touch the goddess.
“Nah buddy I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You’ll get turned into a popsicle.” Prompto mutters to the baby, said baby decides to hold onto his jacket much to Prompto’s relief.
* * *
Prompto talks with the baby for a while or it feels like a while. He just babbles to him but the baby doesn't mind or probably even understand him. He’s nervous and kind of cold and he doesn’t know if that’s due to Shiva or if it’s just the temperature dropping a little.
Either way he decides to tug the blanket around the baby more and hold him closer. The baby decides to whine and make grabby hands in Noctis’ general direction.
“Noct’s just asking the nice goddess about you ok kiddo? He’ll be back soon I promise.” Prompto mutters pacing around a little with the baby.
“Maybe she’ll know about you.Then we can help you out buddy.” he sounds unsure as he says but the baby is too young to notice honestly.
Prompto notices Noctis frown and say something. He can’t tell if he’s confused or annoyed but he prays Noctis isn’t arguing with the Glacian. Last thing he wants is them all to be frozen. She likes humans right? Would she do that?
Noctis gestures Prompto over once the Glacian has vanished. Prompto notices as he gets closer with the baby, Noctis is blushing a little. Maybe it was chilly around her? Maybe it was something she said, she did smile and say something before she left.
“What did she say?” Prompto asks.
“Good luck with him.” Noctis mutters.
“So she didn’t know who’s kid he is?”
“Um no she told me.” Noctis looked strange as he spoke like he was still trying to process something. “He’s um…Ours.”
Prompto glances down at the baby in his arms and snorts.
“Be serious.”
“I am. She said they created him basically cause they was tired of waiting for us to get together.” Noctis is blushing more now and Prompto is sure he is too.
The baby decides it’s time to pat his cheeks at that moment. It would be cute if he wasn't freaking out.
“…So the Gods and Goddesses got tired of possible pining and did this?” Prompto asks, certain his voice might have gone higher.
Noctis nods and glances at the baby. He’s a perfect mix of them if he’s honest and rather adorable. He decides to get closer and gently rub a cheek of his new baby son and said baby attempts to grab at his hand.
* * *
They’ve had a few hours to adjust to the baby. They’ve got him a limited amount supplies and he’s currently happy, full and wearing a little baby grow covered in fish which was a Noctis purchase, he’d beamed when he'd seen such a thing.
Gladio was a lifesaver, helping with the bottle and showing them what to do. Though he let them suffer figuring out how to put the nappy on the baby boy. Clothes wasn’t too difficult.
The baby is currently napping in Prompto’s arms. The blonde has been a little nervous about putting him down since he’s learned he was a gift basically from the astrals or Prompto classes him as a gift even if Gladio is saying the baby won’t be quiet for long.
For now the baby is quiet and napping and Prompto is just happy that the baby is comfortable.
He can’t help but smile as he comes up with a name for the baby. He’s almost scared by how much he already adores his son. He’s young and clueless but him and Noctis aren’t alone and he doubts the astrals would give them a baby if they didn’t think they was capable.
“Solis.” Prompto mutters.
“What?” Noctis asks looking over.
“His name…What do you think?”
Noctis glances at their baby and smiles softly. “It’s perfect.”