Chapter One

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Manson's P.O.V.

"Hi there, little baby," crooned the spikey haired man I knew & grew to love. He was clad in black, with dark makeup still on his pretty face, but his appearance betrayed his actions. His features were very much mellow, something others would find outlandish for such a seemingly atrocious man. And he gently spoke to & rocked a 'baby' of similar description.
Okay, perhaps not exactly similar, but still the same in different ways. See, Zim Zum, the quiet guitarist for the most "evil" band known by the majority, was also in a situation that betrayed his image. It was simple; he was a baby, & Stephen was the daddy.

My two sweet boys. They looked mean, but behind closed doors they were all for that mushy thing. And, the 'Antichrist' was also a part of it.

And I'm awfully full of gratification for that, I mused as I watched little Zim squirm about in Pogo's arms. A soft pink tint crept up to the baby's cheeks as a sweet smile curled up on the corners of his lips. He begins to babble & the craziest band member I have chuckled lightly, with adoration. With a beautiful smile on his face, Stephen continued to gush over our sweet little angel.
"Yeah?" He grinned & I grinned too while he encouraged Zim to babble more. "Oh, I see!" He said with pretend understanding. "That's really nice, sweetie. Tell Daddy all about it."

Zim smiles wider & he starts to flap his arms in the most babyish manner. It seemed like it was all natural for him to be this way, which it was. He was meant to be a little. Our little baby.
"Auh beh ah too papachoo!" Zimmy giggles, continuing to speak his own little language.
"Oh, wow!" Stephen said with no sarcasm or any form of contempt. It was all sweet, it was all love. He meant everything as he nodded along to everything baby Zimmy babbled & cooed about, just to make him feel happy about all this. It's crazy, y'know? Who'd have thought that the possibly insane & remotely heartless man would wind up in here, holding a man that could easily be preyed upon whilst showing him true affection?

It simply made me melt with such adoration as I observed them. A smile graced onto my features, which I hadn't known had formed.

Stephen cradled Zimmy close to his chest while on the rocking chair. They sat before the large glass window & the light that shown through it caused them to be just slightly silhouetted. I must've spaced out, because I don't remember them moving there. And I also must've lost track of time because it seems little Zimmy already became much calmer.

Zimmy had his soother. By the looks of it, it seemed he was using his favorite one. That one is a pastel yellow paci without a ring. Instead, in its place there was a cute heart that had soft edges. There was a black kitty in the center of it that had a red bow tied around its neck. Zim suckled gently onto his favorite paci. His green eyes though I could not exactly see them gleamed with such innocence that could only belong to a true infant, which he naturally is. They gazed out the window to look into the baby blue sky, out to where the soft, white, fluffy clouds slowly drifted away with the wind. Of course, their backs were turned to me & I trily had no idea what his focus was on. My best guess had to be that they were admiring the pretty cotton balls in the sky. And, they were.

His tiny hand pointed to them with admiration as Stephen acknowledged how nice they were, & if he liked them. That much I could see with their backs turned to face me. Zim cooed silently (& with a hint of tiredness) in response to whatever Stephen is saying. His little finger tip would leave small imprints against the window's glass then slowly it would fade into nothingness. In his other hand, he clutched Belle closely to his tiny body. Belle is his fuzzy friend. She is a polar bear, a very special one he got when he was just 8 years old. His way of treating her never really changed, that I found out on my own.

Noting what time it was, Pogo began to rock baby Zimmy. They were sweet, those two. I loved to see my boys this way. Calm & loving. Pogo was putting him to sleep & by the looks of it, he might as well be getting some "nappy bye," too. Stephen usually had trouble with calming down due to hyperactivity, but it seemed that having been so mellow all this time made him calm enough to grow drowsy. I get this, too. I'm the 'mother' after all & I did take a liking to caring for baby Zimmy. I knew how calming it was to just hold someone so pure, someone without a care in the world. His need for gentleness & my need of offering it apparently made it easy to feel this way. It is incredibly difficult to put the feeling of it into words. It was just the best feeling to hold such a sweet thing. It made me feel like all of my stress was lifted away because of this little angel. Perhaps that was what Pogo was feeling, too. Well, I was glad if he did. It was good for both sides. My boys loved each other & it was just beautifully heart warming.

Pogo caressed Zimmy's soft skin in an attempt to soothe him further into drowsiness. He continued to rock the angel as well as coo to him quietly. And then all of a sudden Stephen turned around then motioned me over. Did he sense my eyes were watching over them? I thought as I got up & went over to them.

"There's your mommy, darling," Stephen smiled up at me with his gleaming blue eyes full of sincere love. Baby Zimmy looked tiredly up at me with those innocent eyes of his & then he stopped sucking his soother. As suspected, he was using his favorite yellow paci.
"ai Momma," He croaked. With that, he continues to suckle onto the bulb of the kitten printed paci.
"Hey, baby boy," I whispered lovingly. "Time for nappy bye, alright my little one?"
Zimmy nodded in response & let out an acknowledging noise. Of course, he didn't need to be told twice!
I looked to my fellow care taker & lover & whispered if I could hold our pride & joy. He smiled then nodded. I got my arms in position to cradle him then when it was ready to support a delicate angel, Stephen carefully transferred our darling child to me.

I sat down on the nearby king sized bed then hoisted my legs up to it so we could both lay down. Very much gently, I helped Zimmy get settled onto my chest & around my slender tattooed arms. He was very drowsy at this point that he wasn't exactly super responsive or giddy. Baba wouldn't be necessary to put him to bed tonight. Stephen really did well, I noted.

Zim's eyes, when I looked down at him, were halfway lidded & were without their typical brightness, a sure sign that he was very asleep. Zim wasn't one to be sad, so of course his lack of brightness simply meant he needed sleep. I'm the mother. I knew how he is. I knew every little thing about my little baby. That's because I loved him, I thought.

"Hey now..." I mumbled quietly.
Zim's eyes flickered up to meet my own. "Mm?"
Fingers of mine combed the front of his hair out of his sweet little face. Eventually they just gently combed through his baby shampoo scented black hair. The other hand rested on the lower half of his back, just above his diapered bottom. I started to caress his back & partially his little butt, in the most innocent manner.

"Mommy wuvs his angel. Always remember that, okay? Mommy wubs Baby Zimmy."
Stephen slid into bed then pulled us both close to him very protectively. His arms held both of us close as if someone could come in anytime & snatch us away from him.
"Daddy loves you, too, baby boy."

"Wubs choo," Zimmy mumbled. Though it did seen half-hearted, it was very much deeply meaningful as well as heartwarming.. to both of Stephen & I. And with that, Zimmy completely drifted off into deep sleep.
I turned just the slightest to face Stephen & his lips meant mine as if he already knew what was to happen.

"I love you."

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