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2023-12-01
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Disassembly Dad Instincts

Summary:

Upon the activation of N's son, Colt, a strange string of code activated in him, making him grow more protective and feral over his wife Uzi and his child.

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Takes place after canon

Notes:

The name Colt is inspired by @Lunardances fic, check it out!

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Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

“Nervous?” N held Uzi's hand, he could see how her eyes darted between the obnoxious clock, the parenting magazines on the little desk in front of them.

 

“No,” Despite Uzi's attempt at staying calm, N could see digital sweat beads running down her visor as she stared at the heavy door with the sign “DO NOT ENTER -  BABY IN PROGRESS”. “Are you?”

 

“Yep!” N answered, almost too enthusiastically. “Nervous, excited, and scared!”

 

“We shouldn't be” Uzi squeezed his hand. “Especially after everything we’ve been through,”

 

“That doesn’t make us immune of being scared,” His thumb draws soothing circles on the back of Uzi’s hand. “And there’s no shame in feeling nervous about something so big,”

 

“We’ve fought against an eldritch demi-god program that eradicated entire planets,” Uzi chuckles dryly. “Having a baby shouldn’t make me feel so nervous, especially not when we’ve been discussing this for months,”

 

“Uzi?” The door to the waiting room opened, grabbing Uzi and N’s attention to Khan’s presence. “There you are!”

 

“Took you long enough,” Uzi mumbles as Khan sits on the seat on her left. “Did something happen?”

 

“I’m sorry, there was an important meeting regarding… something,” Khan’s eyes darted towards N. “Any news about the baby?”

 

“Nope, we’re still waiting!” N sighs. “Just how long does it take to make a baby?”

 

“You’d be surprised,” Khan chuckles. “Uzi took ages to install!”

 

“Really?” N tilts his head to the side. “I thought it was normal that ours took long, considering we’re… not exactly the same,” N points at himself and Uzi.

 

“Don’t think too much about it, N,” Uzi intertwines their fingers, making small blush lines appear on his visor.

 

“Some take longer, some not,” Khan smiles. “It doesn’t matter if both parents are workers, that’s all normal”

 

“Uh… Mr. and Mrs. Doorman?” The doctor of the newly made drone facility exits the heavy door, carrying a bunch of blankets in his arms that are wrapped about something small and football shaped. N’s eyes focused on the bundle instantly, his core beating faster and as far as he could tell, Uzi’s did too.

 

“We’re here!” N stands up, approaching the man with Uzi following behind, her hand now letting N’s go. Khan stands behind with a smile, giving the couple some space.

 

“Your baby has finished developing,” The guy pulled down the blankets to reveal the little pill drone in his arms, its eyes closed and its digital mouth in a thin line. “The check-ups revealed it’s a healthy little guy”

 

“He has your eye color!” N coos as he carefully points at the visor of the baby, making Uzi’s eyes widen. 

 

“Who wants to hold him first?” As Uzi stretched her arms nervously out, the doctor helped her hold the baby, adjusting her arms or hands into the right positions. The guy took a few steps as Uzi stared at the baby with wide eyes, her lips occasionally twitching up to a smile. N watched as a shaky exhale escaped Uzi’s lips, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing it. Looking down at the baby, he began to slowly blink his eyes open, a tinge of tiredness in his eyes. His digital mouth opens in a big round ‘o’ as he squeezes its eyes shut, yawning. 

 

“Oh, wow,” Uzi breathed out, a small smile playing on her lips, albeit shaky. Her gaze switches to N who’s been staring at them two with love and adoration. She nudges his arms, holding the baby out closer for him to hold.

 

“U-Uzi?!” N’s eyes hollow, his hands raising, not knowing where to place them or what to do.

 

“Wanna hold him?” Uzi holds the baby out closer to N as his arms slowly drop, stretching out towards the little drone. His arms hesitantly wrap around the baby’s tiny body, pressing him further to N’s body, staring into his purple eyes. 

 

“You’re doing good,” Uzi says softly as she helps N adjust his grip, guiding him like she has been guided.

 

“Hey, buddy,” N bounces the baby softly in his arms, chuckling breathlessly. The baby yawns again, it’s body turning to snuggle closer to N’s. 

 

 

 

DAD_DD_INSTINCS_STRINGS = FAL—

 

DAD_DD_INSTINCS_STRING = TRUE

 

 

 

Huh, what’s that? 

 

N blinked the interface away, confusion evident on his face.

 

Probably not important!