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Pico is only two years old, atleast we assume. I still remember the day John found him, craziest change to are life, and I wouldn’t go back, ever. We’ve learned a lot about parenting, yet we’ve only had pico for a few weeks now. It’s hard, I won’t lie, taking care of a child, no experience prior. But that’s okay we’re learning.
“Good night little one, sleep well.” I pulled the blanket over him, securing pico. I place a kiss on his head, getting up and walking over to johns bed, I mean are bed. I pull my helmet off tossing it on the floor, then proceeding to take the rest of my armor off, I carefully lay down next to John, kissing his head before going to sleep.
I can’t sleep
“John?” I lift my head up. “Yeah?” He responds. “Can’t sleep either?” I say, wrapping my arms around him. “Nope”
I thought that was the case, it’s hard trying to sleep when you’re worried the baby might cry or whine or worse, if he got hurt.
It’s morning.
I lift my eyes to see my fiancé, cute. Immediately I hear pico crying, poor thing. No baby should live in a war.
I get up out of bed careful not to wake John, I didn’t. Squatting down I pick up pico and rock him in my arms, trying to find some baby food. Feeding him, John wakes up. “You didn’t have to do that.” He says. “You weren’t awake, I didn’t want to leave him crying.” I reply bluntly. “Fair enough.” Pulling the blanket off of himself.
Pico finishes his food. He lays his head on my chest. Only now do I realize how much I enjoy being a dad.