$uicideBoy$ Oneshots/Imagines

Baby Fever (Scrim)

"We really appreciate you guys looking after him. We'll be back as soon as we can." A close friend of yours expresses as she prepares herself to hand over her newborn. Scrim shuffles over to the right to keep from touching the newborn, acting as if it were a virus.

"Of course! He's in good hands. No worries here. " You reply with a smile as she places the baby in to your arms, kissing him on the head. Holding him close to your body to ensure he was safe and comfortable. Smiling down at him, you admire the tiny human in your presence as your friend hands over the diaper bag to Scrim before taking off.

Coming closer to observe the baby in your arms, Scrim chuckles. "Why does it look like that?"

"Scrim!"

"C'mon you can't deny that it looks like a prune."

Staring daggers at him, you shake your head. "Hush. Where's Ruby? He can hold him while I make a bottle."

"I doubt he's gonna wanna see that."

"It's a he stop calling it a thing and a that!"

"Aww is that a baby?" Turning your attention to the least disturbed cousin, you smile. "Oh shit, it's small."

"Again with the it's!"

-

A few moments later, you had the baby in your arms as you fed him as Ruby sat beside you watching in awe at the tiny baby and the appetite it had. Scrim? He sat across from you watching as you fed the child that clearly wasn't his. You've both had the discussion if rather or not you'd end up having a kid in future. You were excited to be a mother one day but Scrim on the other hand, wasn't so on board with it. His beliefs of already struggling with his own shit shouldn't fall on to his offspring. As it shouldn't. But deep down, you knew it had to do with so much more than that.

"Am I doing right?" Ruby asks as he gently pats the baby boys back with a burp cloth on his shoulder in case of a spit up happening. Smiling as you nod, taking out your phone as you record him. Flipping off the camera as he lightly bounced the baby in a rocking motion as he walked around the living room.

Turning your attention to your attention deprived boyfriend who was sitting on the couch with a noticeable pout, you zoom in and giggle when he also flips off the camera.

Putting your phone down, you make your way to him and sit on his lap. "Don't be so grouchy. It takes more muscles to frown than to smile." Placing your index fingers at the ends of his mouth, you push up and force a smile on him. "Awww see, not so bad."

Licking your finger to get them away from his mouth, he traps you in his arms. "Mine."

Smiling against his chest you lean up and kiss him near his adams apple.

Across the room you hear a wet burp along with a gasp.

"Holy shit." Scrim laughs out when he turns his attention over to Ruby who had spit up on his beard leaking down on to his chest.

"Get the fuckin baby."

-

"Okay so I got— Scrim! Really?!"

Leaving Scrim to take care of the baby as you went to get his pajamas after a long day of watching over him, it was finally time for his nap before his mom came to pick him up. You come back to Scrim holding him at arms distance in the middle of the room. His face showing that he's terrified of holding a child as it cries. Just when he was finally getting used to holding and being around the child.

"I don't know, he just started crying!"

"You have to hold him close to you and support his head." You scold as you move the baby closer to his chest, making sure his elbow supported the back of his head. After a few minutes and one pacifier later, the crying stops. "There see?"

"I'm not good at this."

"No one is but we get used to it."

"What if I don't?" His voice was a lot softer than usual. He stared down at the baby as his eyes closed showing he was ready for a nap.

"Then I'll put in the work until you are ready to take up your responsibility." You lay your head on his shoulder watching the baby as he sucked on the pacifier. "They rely on us as much as you sometimes rely on me. So you both are the same."

"Calling me a baby?" He chuckles.

"Oh a big one."

"I wouldn't want you to have all the responsibility. I don't want to be a deadbeat. I'm just scared on the what ifs."

"You'll never be a deadbeat. The fact that you care this much without us even having one proves that. Just as certain mothers who wonder if they are even a good mother. They are. And for the what ifs we are going to have a lot of those. But you're not alone. It'll be both of us trying our best. No one is ready to become a parent."

Smiling softly down at the baby, he lightly swipes his thumb over its tiny cheek. "Then I'm ready whenever you are."

"Woaaah hold on—"