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Mr. Inference awoke to screaming.
Now, under normal circumstances, waking up to screams would be a truly disturbing experience. Normally you’d grab a weapon, or call the police, or do anything but let out a light groan.
“Norton…”
He murmured, still partially asleep. He reached back with one arm and half-assedly shoved on his (still sleeping) partner’s shoulder.
“Norton.”
He repeated, this time firmer in his tone.
“Sngn huh…? What?”
The ginger sat up and groggily rubbed his eyes.
“The baby…your turn.”
Mr. Inference muttered, and rolled back over, dragging the blankets along with him. The actor was left to fend for himself in the cold evening, bitterly booted from the comfort of the cotton bedding.
“Why’s it my turn?”
He argued, and yanked some of the sheets back.
“I stayed up with him all night last night.”
The nepali huffed.
“I put him to bed…”
Ronald whined, and scooted under the covers.
“Norton, it’s not my turn.”
The detective said stubbornly.
“I have work…”
“So do I!”
A particularly loud wail interrupted their quarrel, and together they left the sanctity of their bedroom to their child’s room down the hall. The infant was pitifully crying on his cot, calling for comfort and sympathy from his parents. Mr. Inference scooped up his son into his strong arms and hushed the tired tot, Ronald came to his husband’s aid and wrapped himself around the nepali; together they rocked the child as the actor sang a lullaby.
“Tú eres mi sol, mi único sol…Me haces feliz cuando los cielos son grises…”
As Ronald uttered out those smooth baritone notes, the baby almost immediately began to settle. The nepali smiled down upon the swaddled child, and placed his thumb into the baby’s mouth to suckle upon.
“Nunca sabrás querida cuanto te echo de menos…”
The ginger leaned into his husband’s ear, his hot breath tickled Mr. Inference’s honey-brown skin.
“Por favor no te lleves mi luz de sol.”
The couple slowly rocked together, and for a few moments they hummed the tune together as their son fell asleep in their arms. The child was so tiny, so helpless, it was hard to return him to his cot; the nepali yearned to take him to his own bed. Hesitantly, the actor pulled away, and placed his hand on the crib, where Mr. Inference laid the baby to rest.
“I worry…”
The detective whispered as he stepped away from the sleeping boy.
“For what, mi vida?”
The ginger slid next to his husband and wrapped an arm around his waist. They looked to their child together, a soft smile decorated the unconscious boy’s lips, unknowingly warming his parent’s hearts.
“…That I’m not going to be a proper parent.”
“Oh Naib…”
The ginger leaned into his partner, and rested his head on the nepali’s.
“You’re already far better than our own parents, I’ll tell you that.”
“We were orphans, Norton.”
“Exactly. Our kid already has it a lot better than we did.”
Mr. Inference let out a light chuckle.
“I guess you’re right…I just…want to do right by him.”
The actor placed a kiss upon his husband’s head.
“We will, amor.”
A sudden pinch on the detective’s rear caused Mr. Inference to jump, ripping a quiet laugh from his husband. He lightly slapped his partner’s chest, a charming smirk rested on Ronald’s features.
“Back to bed!”
The ginger teased, and guided his partner towards their room.
“I’ll get you to bed alright…”
Mr. Inference growled and shoved his lover into the doorway, promptly shutting the door behind himself.