King's Heir (A Dadmare fic)

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Hey! Before we start this chapter I just wanted to say that King's Heir has a playlist on Spotify.
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Error met eyes with the tiny child in Nightmare's arm and almost instantly the small glitchy skeleton seemed to smile. He pulled his hand further away from his face until the string detached from his cheek before dangling the blue wire above the younger. The new baby seemed to become distracted immediately, little hands reaching to grab the string as they squirmed around with more energy than expected. The spider that had been resting on Error's shoulder crawled down his arm and onto his hand, seeming to look at the baby before returning to the glitched child and hiding in his scarf.

The child's tiny hand finally grabbed hold of the string and everything stopped when Error froze. Error messages muddled the poor child's vision and a loud screeching noise seemed to erupt from nowhere as Error's glitches multiplied by tenfold. The god was quick to make the baby let go of the string, trading off the thing for his older child. A bar flashed above Error's head reading 'rebooting' along with a percentage. When the king got no response from his son he grew worried.

"Let's take them back to the castle," Nightmare spoke up, 'you have some explaining to do." He pointed an accusatory glance to his brother who just whined as if he'd been shot, however Fresh stepped up as uncle. Picking up two of his nephews, Killer and Cross- Dust ducked back when Fresh approached, and spun them around before whisking them off to the castle. Nightmare followed in suit, Error held up by a single arm and Dust practically attached to his side. Ccino stayed by the elder god's side, holding the baby carefully.

By the time they reached the castle, the bar above Error's head filled itself and Error snapped back into reality. His glitches fizzled out and the error messages cleared, the child letting out a quiet groan as he slumped in his dad's arms. The king tilted his head at his prince, "You alright Error?"

"Head hurts." The glitchy child spoke quietly, burying his face into Nightmare's hoodie. The older god chuckled quietly, seemingly amused by his son's tiredness. Error's attention flickered over towards the baby, staring at him for a moment. "What happened?"

"You had your first crash," Nightmare gently began to pet Error's head with his free hand. The king turned his attention to the guards, making a simple hand motion. "Could one of you go get Error's old crib?"

The tallest of the guards nodded, wandering off as the god took Error and Dust toward the main room to set them on the couch. Error nestled in one corner of the couch while Dust hid himself into the other side. Killer and Cross were quick to hop next to their respective buddies, Dust nuzzling under Killer's arm while Error just buried his face into Cross's side. Simply not minding the massive cuddle session or various comforts, Nightmare took the baby from Ccino and plopped in the middle of the couch to which the barista sat on his left besides Killer and Dust with Fresh leaning over the back between them.

The baby, who had been mostly quiet for this entire time, stared up at the adults before bringing his hands up and patting at Nightmare's chest with an almost eager and hungry expression. The god couldn't help but laugh brightly, the normal dark chuckle replaced by one of pure surprise and amusement which, of course, caught his boys' attention. Error perked up to see his dad smiling as if one of the guards had just gone along with one of his crappy puns and honestly Error couldn't hold back the giggle that escaped and neither could Cross.  Even Dust smiled a bit when Nightmare laughed but only because he noticed the soft shade of blush flushing Ccino's cheeks.

"Last time I checked, I didn't have milkers." Nightmare laughed, "Feel free to check I guess." Fresh held back a snort, Ccino practically choked, and the kids just looked confused. The king turned his attention to Fresh and Ccino, "What?"