AppleHeart

Chapter Twenty-seven

Love/ləv/noun: An intense feeling of deep affection.

"Are you ready?" Apple Poison asked as he approached the front door of his and Jack's home. Jack Heart, who was standing a few inches behind him holding their newborn child in his arms. It's been two weeks since Äpfelchen was brought into the world and in those two weeks, the doctors gave insight and advice for the new dads, Mr. V and the recruiters brought many, many stuffed toys, and after that, Jack was finally discharged from the hospital.

"Are you ready, little one?" Jack gestured to the baby. Apfel looked up at Jack and begins moving his arms. "I think he's ready." Apple opens the front door and holds it allowing Jack to step inside first.

"Welcome home, Apfel," Jack walks towards the center of the living room. Apple closes the front door then approaches Jack to embrace him from behind.

"This is the start of a new life," Apple said.

"Yeah..."

Later that night...

"Don't hold his leg up like that!" Apple exclaimed angrily.

"I'm not going to hurt him!" Jack retaliated. The newcomers into parenthood were giving their infant a little bath, which of course, came with some trial and error. For starters, Jack was trying to wash the baby's backside without lifting him. The baby hasn't been fidgeting or whining so far he looks somewhat peaceful.

"Be gentle please," Poison pleaded.

"Apple, stop, you're making me nervous." Jack reached for the baby soap with his wet hands. He pressed the pump until he had a satisfactory amount of the liquid soap in his hand. The entertainer rubbed the soap on the infant's legs. Apple scooped up some water, from inside the mini bathtub for babies, then used it to rinse off any excess soap.

"Don't go too close to his ears," This time, it was Jack's turn to scold Apple.

"I won't," Apple uses his thumb to tenderly rub the baby's head.

"Make sure not to get soap in his eyes." Jack grabbed Apfel's other leg then lifted it.

"Stop doing that!" Poison almost shouts.

"I'm not hurting him!" Sure enough, they began to argue, nothing new there. Their bickering came to a halt when the cry of their newborn son screeched over their voices. Both immediately peered at Apfel who began fussing and crying.

"Oh no, no," Jack said. Without hesitation, Jack tucked his hands under the baby and lifted him from the mini tub. Apple reached for the towel across the table and gave it to Jack.

"It's okay. Daddy and I are not yelling at each other anymore." Jack carefully wraps the towel around the infant attempting to dry him, but Apfel kept wiggling his arms and crying much louder than before. Next, Jack tried to get Apfel in his dark red onesie, keyword; tried, because Apfel kept whining and fidgeting against Jack. Eventually, Hearts just clothed him in a generic white onesie.

Jack handed the baby to his boyfriend, "Oh, Apple, please take him."

"Okay," Apple takes the baby from Jack and holds him against his chest. Poison started bouncing on his knees and patting the baby's back. This didn't help, instead, the baby cried even louder.

"Hold him for now, I'll be right back." With that, Jack heads for the kitchen cabinets. He opened two at a time and began searching through many kitchen items and foods before finding the baby formula. About five minutes later, Jack finished preparing the formula, filling up the bottle then splashing some of the liquid on the back of his hand.