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Snake was suddenly ripped from the infinite blackness of a deep sleep. It took him a moment to gain his senses. He heard a loud crying from down the hall. He felt movement on the bed next to him, and a groan.
"The baby's awake..." came Samus' sleepy voice.
Snake felt another pressure on the mattress on his other side, and a dog's whine.
"Whose turn is it?" He grunted into the pillow.
"I fed him earlier... he probably needs a diaper change..." She replied.
It was his turn to groan. "Ok, I got it." Snake pushed himself up. He sat on the mattress for a moment, legs off the bed and rubbing his tired eyes. The fat husky now put his paws on his thighs, still whining. The dog's claws hurt. Snake pushed him off. "I'm going Chub, I'm going..."
Once again he made his way down the short hall towards his son's room, Chubs right behind him. Every time the child woke in the night, Chubs would always come to get him if it took any of them too long to get out of bed. He was a smart dog.
Snake pushed the door open with a soft creak. Their other dog, Molly, was at the baby's crib, her muzzle pushed in between the bars. She pulled her face out and turned to him, her tail gave a couple wags.
Snake first turned on the lamp in the corner. "Ssh, ssh it's okay." He soothed. He reached into the crib and lifted the crying boy into his arms. "Daddy's here."
The baby's face was red and tears streamed down his little cheeks. He cried into Snake's shoulder as he rocked his son.
"OK, let's take a look." Snake lifted the back of the baby's pamper. Immediately he turned his head away, fanning his nose. "Oh, Frankie..."
Snake gently laid little Frankie onto the changing table. He gathered all the supplies needed for the diaper change, all within hand's reach, thanks to his wife's meticulous organization. Step number one to a successful diaper change was unbuttoning the bottom of the infant's onesie, which boldly read "My dad can kick your dad's ass." Also courtesy of his wife. Snake scrunched his nose. "How do you make so much of this?" Frankie's sobs quieted a little as Snake cleaned him up. He tossed the soiled diaper into the trash.
"There, all done." He said proudly, securing the straps of the pamper. Frankie was still frowning a bit, globs of tears remained in his blue-green eyes. Snake picked the baby back up into his arms. He began to pace slowly around the room, rocking his son to sleep. Frankie still fussed and wriggled. Snake began humming. Frankie started to cry.
"Aww come on, my humming's not that bad. I can't sing like your mother, but give me some credit." He grumbled. Frankie began to cry louder. Was something else wrong?
"What's the matter little Frank?" He baby talked.
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"Samus. Samus!"
She jerked awake. Samus turned her head to face the voice behind her. "Huh?"
"Frankie's hungry."
"What?"
"Frankie's hungry." The hushed voice repeated. She heard the small weeps of her son.
"Oh. Ooh..." She groaned with comprehension. Samus forced herself to sit up. "I just fed him, how is he hungry again?"
"Pretty sure he pooped it all out." Snake replied.
With her eyes still closed, Samus reached out her arms. "Okay. Give him here."
She could hear his heavy foot steps going around the bed and Samus felt the weight of her child being placed into her arms. She opened her eyes, blinking out the tiredness to see the frowning red face of her crying son. "Ssh, ssh, ssh." She cooed, rocking him, "Don't cry Frankie, I know."
Her husband turned on the lamp next to her. He sat on the end of the bed by her feet. She pulled up her shirt and brought Frankie to her chest. He started to feed, which quieted him down immediately. Samus smiled and rubbed her eyes again.
"Sorry to have to wake you up." Snake said.
She shook her head. "No, I'm gonna have to be feeding him a lot. He's still got a small stomach." They sat in silence for a few moments, Snake just watched. "You know, you don't have to stay awake." She said to him.
"I want to."
She raised a brow, "You just want to watch, don't you?"
He smirked. "Well, the view's not bad."
Samus scoffed in humor. They both sat in silence for a bit. She yawned a few times, trying to wake herself up. "Are you going to put Frankie back to bed, or am I?" She asked, but there came no answer. She looked at Snake to see his eyes closed and head resting in his palm. He was asleep.
"Snake? Snake... David!"
He jerked awake. "What?"
"Go to bed if you're so tired."
He rubbed his eyes, "No no, I'm awake."
She smiled. "Okay."
Samus moved Frankie to her other breast. She cradled him and stroked his hair. Eventually Frankie finished feeding and it was time to burp him. Samus put the baby against her shoulder and gently pat his back. While she did so she looked back to her husband to see his eyes were closed again.
"David," She said, a little louder. He snored. She shook her head and Frankie let out a tiny burp. Samus got up lightly so as not to disturb her husband, and left the room, heading to the nursery. The two huskies were still on the rug in the middle of the floor. Molly picked her head up to look at Samus as she came in.
She winded the mobile above the crib, chiming music softly played. Frankie's eyes were droopy, sleep overcoming him now that he was full. Samus paced around the room, rocking her son and humming him to sleep. The infant soon drifted off, Samus gave her son a few kisses on the head before placing him gently back into the crib. Little Frankie yawned and stretched out, she smiled.
Samus adjusted the soft blankets placed around him. With one last stroke of his cheek she turned to head back to bed, stopping to pet Molly and Chubs on her way out. Chubs thumped his heavy tail on the floor a couple of times.
Arriving back to the room Samus shook Snake awake, (surprised to see he was still asleep in his sitting position) and informed him they could go back to bed. He apologized for falling asleep and promised to get up in another couple of hours to change the baby again. She really didn't mind. They laid down in bed together, curled up in up each others arms, though crashing out before they could say goodnight to each other.