Terminator X Reader Oneshots

□ Baby Trouble

I keep glancing at the clock. I keep wishing it would just slow down, and all I hear is the repeating ticks and the loud cries of my baby, only a few months old.

I almost can't move my body, I'm just so exhausted from staying up all night caring for her.

As soon as the clock hits 12. I hear the loud footsteps stomping down the hallway of you know who.

"Uncle Bob" appears from the hallway. I stand up weakly and bring my baby to him and set her gently in his arms. "I have to run arrends, please look over her. I'll try to be quick."

I give him a weak forced smile, although it probably came off as an annoyed expression.

I grab my purse and my keys and head straight out the door with no time to waste.

I head to our local grocery store just to grab some baby diapers and some other needs for the needy "monster."

On the way back home after my shopping trip, I feel myself drifting off while on the road. I grip the steering wheel tighter each time I catch myself on the edge of sleep.

I want to treat myself, because all of my needs are catching up to me. I'm suddenly feeling way too aware. Hunger, anger, sleeplessness, and probably worst of all- I have not been showering due to lack of time.

Maybe it's best to pull through a fast food place and order a cold drink that will shake me awake.

A frozen pop! The perfect idea, if I drink it too fast, I'll get brain freeze, then it will wake me up.

And it works like magic on my way home.

I stumble my way over the threshold, nearly tripping over the stub. I immediately drop the bags next to the front door. My arms feel like noodles.

Just like that, I see Bob on the couch, cradling my paper. He looks like a real father in my eyes.

It's almost like there's actually love in his eyes, but that's simply not possible. He's all metal and wires underneath that fake flesh.

Within the half hour I was gone, it's like they bonded, and have been for the past few months without anything interfering. He's never been so connected to my daughter like this, he gets clearly annoyed when I ask favors of him having to do with my daughter but complies either way.

I've never felt so drouzy then suddenly awake in less that 10 seconds. I'm utterly shocked. I approach them both with mt arms out, prepared to take her back into my arms. Also prepared for him to be relieved about no longer having to have her in his care.

Boy was I wrong. He holds her closer, tighter. And he also appears like he doesn't trust me.

"Hey, I got to change her diaper." I say and beckon him to let me have her for just a moment.

"No," is all he says.

That leaves me super confused.

"Erm, she needs good hygiene, it's important for her health."
I say in hopes maybe it will convince him to hand her over.

Instead, he stands up in front of me. It reminds me of how tall he is but he certainly doesn't look like the fatherly type. He leans down and grabs the bag with package in it and brings it to her nursery.

I follow him and study his actions. Wow, he's actually doing this all correctly, I don't see him watch me very often. Because after the first time he watched me, he was curious that time, but after that he lost interest because he already discovered what it was in him learning computer.

I cross my arms, in both approval and uncertainty.

And he's done with it just like that. And that continues for the rest of the night, the rest of the week in fact.

I've tried every disgusting fact possible to inform him on about babies and how gross they can be, or how unhealthy it can be to constantly hold them due to them possibly becoming too attached and never wanting be set down ever again.

Nothing works. Nothing!

It's like trying to move a boulder. He will not listen to a word I have about this situation.

He never cared about this baby this much before. He infact was bothered about the noise she made and her crazy needs every 5 seconds. So why is he suddenly so attached?

I don't know if I should let it go at this point, and wait until this whole phase stops. If it ever will...