Cranky Baby (Crank Gameplays Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

****Ethan's POV****

I woke up to Cecilia crying again. I sighed, sitting up, and gazing sadly at the side of the bed where Krista used to sleep. God, I missed her, especially on nights like tonight, when Cecilia was fussy.

I stood, putting on my glasses, and walked into Cecilia's nursery. She was standing up in her crib with her hands wrapped tightly around the bars, and her beautiful little face was red and had snot and tear tracks running down it.

"Ooh, Muffin." I scoop her up and snuggle her to my chest as I begin to rub her back. "Ooh, it's okay, baby. Daddy's here." After a few minutes, she seemed to calm down. "There we go. That's better. Now let's see why you woke up." I laid my wrist against her forehead. No fever. I checked her diaper. All dry. Her tears were too big to be from hunger. What else could it be. Then, it hit me. "Ooh, baby." I kissed her forehead. "You dreamed about Mama again, didn't you?" She nodded, and I snuggled her even closer to me. "It's okay, Muffin. I know you miss Mama. I miss her, too." I thought for a moment about what to do. "Do you wanna come and sleep in Daddy's room?" She nodded, and I smiled a little. I grabbed her stuffed giraffe (named Spot) and her blankie out of her crib, and walked back into my room.

I set her down on my bed before getting in myself, and settling her next to my chest. She snuggled into me, holding tightly to her blankie and Spot. She mumbled some incoherent gibberish as her eyelids began to droop.

I kissed the top of her head, and said, "Goodnight, Muffin. I love you." Then, I turned out the light, and before I knew it, I was asleep.

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I woke up to the feeling of something crawling on my chest. I opened my eyes and saw that a very giggly Cecilia was on top of my chest, her face two inches away from mine. When she saw that I was awake, she gave a little shriek of delight, and I smiled.

"Good morning, Muffin!" I gave her a big kiss, before I began to tickle her, making her burst into a fit of giggles.

I set her down in the middle of the bed and stood up, making my way to my dresser and picking out a blue t-shirt with a and some black skinny jeans to wear, the entire time keeping a close eye on Cecilia.

When I was all dressed, I scooped Cecilia up and walked out into the kitchen, started to make some oatmeal for our breakfast, turned on the coffee machine, and walked into her nursery, laying her down on her changing table.

I quickly changed her diaper and got her dressed in a black onesie with little pink hearts on it, pink leggings with a black eyelash pattern on them, socks, and little black Mary Jane's. I smiled at her, giving her a big kiss, before picking her back up and carrying her into the bathroom, where I quickly brushed my teeth and fixed my messy blue hair. I was tempted to get it dyed back to its original color, but I knew that Krista had loved my blue hair.

No. I didn't need to think about Krista right then. What I needed was to keep going. I needed to go to work and see my friends. It had been too long since I'd done that.

After Krista died, I had taken a couple of months off of everything. I was absent from YouTube and social media alike. Mark had had to break the news to the fans, and while I hated that he had to be the one to do it, I knew that I couldn't, because telling them would have made it too real. All Mark had told me about their response was that it was overwhelmingly positive, and that everybody understood. They would be there for me when I got back.

I shook myself out of my daze and smiled in the mirror. I needed to keep going. I would never be able to move on if Krista was all I thought about. Besides, I needed to think about Cecilia now. I was all she had left.

When I was all ready, I walked back out into the kitchen, filled up a mug with coffee, and finished making our oatmeal. We had a quick breakfast before we were heading out the door.

Just as I was grabbing Cecilia's diaper bag, I got a text from Mark:

You sure about coming in today, Ethan? You can take as much time as you want.

I sighed, replying:

Yeah. I'm ready. I need to come back.

Mark responded almost immediately:

Well we'll be here when you get here. We've all missed you both.

I smiled a little. As much as Mark was obnoxious and weird, he was a great friend.

Thanks. Be there soon.

I closed my phone and walked out of the house, locking the door behind us.

After I had buckled Cecilia into her car seat, got into the car and started it up, the music started to play through the speakers.

'I missed you dearly
Thought I was nearly
There forever, at last together

Is our time fleeting?
Is even meeting
A healthy idea, or am I getting too near?

Don't try to fight it
I'm here for tonight
And I'll be waiting for you
Until we meet again'

*******The song is Dear Happy by Dodie ft. Thomas Sanders*******