Oh God, she's adorable, Nico thought as the bundle squirmed in his arms. She's perfect. She's chubby.
And I'm responsible for her.
He tensed up. Will, who was lying down on the sofa next to him and the baby, looked up. "Nico?" Nico didn't answer. "Neeks? You okay?"
"We're responsible for her, Will."
"What?" Will asked, looking down at their adopted daughter, Bianca.
"We know nothing about raising tiny humans. Why the fuck did we think this was a good idea? What if we do something wrong-- or worse--"
"Nico, chill!" Will exclaimed. "We'll do fine."
"You sure?"
Will nodded. "Positive. And we could always just..."
"What?"
"Well, Jason and Piper have already spawned a kid. We could always just ask them for help."
Nico calmed down a little. "Yeah, I guess." He looked at little Bianca, who yawned and opened her big blue eyes. Will and Nico fawned over her for a while, then a thought struck Nico.
"Did you say spawn?" Nico asked.
"What?" Will said.
"Spawned. You said Jason and Piper already spawned a kid. Who the fuck says that? You creep!" Nico affectionately punched Will's shoulder.
I fucking apologize for that tiny, lame one-shot, my friends. Sorry.
--the toaster overlord
