II Agere Oneshots!

Relax (Humanized, Knife and Suitcase)

(Humanized, also features Baseball too—also, this also has mentions of diaper wetting and changes, they aren't very descriptive, but they are mentioned.)

Suitcase always loved her Papa, Baseball! He always soothes her from tantrums or bad days, or anything, really. Same with her dada—or Knife! They were both very, very good to her.

But always felt as though she, well, was somehow burdening them, and so—she would try to bounce out if her headspace... In fear of bothering them.

And so, because of this, she would apologize, and cry, a lot. Despite this, Knife and Baseball were always there to reassure her.

Though, Baseball and Knife noticed a double in the amount of tears today.

It started with her morning change, as she woke up from within her crib, she squirmed, whining.

Knife and Baseball were woken up by their daughter. And when they did find her, however, all she could do was cry even harder. Both were startled by what they saw and quickly rushed over to comfort her.

The baby only continued to cry, even as her parents took turns rocking back and forth. Eventually, the baby's crying died down enough that she was able to babble, at least.

She tried saying 'Papa' first, but got frustrated when she couldn't get it out. Instead she tried again—repeatedly trying until she got it right. The two fathers found this adorable, though, Suitcase began to get frustrated—and so she cried again, pulling at her pants.

So Knife picked her up, and made his way over to the diaper changing table, this calmed Suitcase down much more.

While waiting, quite calm now—she tried blowing bubbles, but Knife stopped what he was doing to look at her.

"What'cha doing?" he asked, smiling.  She looked up at him before continuing to blow more bubbles.
He chuckled, "You're such a little cutie..." He then proceeded to finish up the diaper change for his little girl. When they finished, she was happy to have been cleaned.

Knife let out a small chuckle as the girl babbled happily.

"I missed you, baby girl," Baseball said before kissing the girl on the cheek—the baby giggling loudly.

"Dada loves me!" she exclaimed.
Knife laughed, holding her close, "Of course we love you!"

The little girl nodded, suckling her fingers.  It was cute, to say the least.

"You know, it might be time for a nap... At least, soon, bubba."

Suitcase huffed, laying her head on her Dad's shoulder. Knife kissed the top of her head, "Come on. Let's go lay down."

And so, the baby finnaly relaxed, letting her caregivers care for her.