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A Newborn's Smile {Theo x MC/Reader}

Request is from Tumblr :)

Anonymous said:

Wait wait so your thing says request are still close but where u wrote something for someone it said request open so hmm idk ;-;. But just in case there open how about I request a mother MC/father theo from ikemen vampire where theo takes care of there newborn baby for the day this is a weird request DONT kill me ;-;

Warning(s): Teeny tiny spoilers for Theo's route (if you know who Vollard is you're fine!), One (1) Dutch swear word

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"Are you sure you'll be alright Theo?" she asked her husband again, staring up into his calm ocean coloured orbs. Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, Theo ruffles her hair with a playful smirk on his face.

"What? Think I can't take care of our daughter?"

"N-no, but-" she began, an anxious look in her eyes. While she may have full confidence that he can handle a day with their child, it's still going to be the first full day that he'll be left alone with her.

"Listen Hondje, you go with Sebas and when you get back you'll see that everything will be the same as you left. Now, no more senseless worrying, it'll be fine!"

Ten minutes later and everything was, in fact, not fine.

"Now what's with all this noise?" Dazai rose a brow, having just entered via the mansion's window, as per usual. Mozart, who rarely ever sat at the table, sighed, taking a sip of his black coffee.

"The girl left with Sebastian to run errands. Theo's taking care of their baby..." Another ear piercing cry filled the room and they all winced. While the sound was deafening to the ears, the twinge of pain that filled Theo's chest hurt more. The fact that his pride and joy was crying her little heart out and he wasn't sure what to do had him completely lost.

'How does Hondje do it?'

"Theo old boy, you should take a page out of your wife's book right about now..." Arthur chuckled while rubbing at his temple, the writer only somewhat enjoying the sight of his friend struggling to take care of his kid.

"What do you mean?"

"He means it's lunch time, she's probably hungry" Napoleon piped up, emerging from the kitchen with a pre-made bottle in hand. Passing it to the Dutch art dealer, Theo began to feed his daughter, the baby quieting as she drank. Sighs of relief left everyone at the peace they got...

..which was short lived, the little girl beginning to cry once more.

"Well, someone's not a daddy's girl~"

"Quiet klootzak!" the baby cried louder, "tch, I'm gonna go see Vincent, he was always good with kids..."

"Best of luck~" Tossing a final glare paired with a scowl at the Brit, the younger van Gogh made his way up to the painter's room.

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"Afternoon Broer, sorry for barging in while you were painting..." Prompted by the sound of his brother's voice, Vincent set down the brush he held, wiping off as much paint from his hands as possible while smiling.

"It's alright Theo, I was finishing up anyway! But," he frowned a little, gazing down with a troubled look at his niece, "you seem to be having a bit of trouble..."

"Yeah.. she's been crying ever since this morning. Hondje was able to make her stop for the time being but then she left with Sebas and, well..."

"Mm... I see" Vincent hummed, trying to think of a way to help out his little brother.

"Ah! Why not show her the painting? Maybe if she sees it she'll stop crying! It always worked when you were little!"

"Mm... I see" Vincent hummed, trying to think of a way to help out his little brother.

"Ah! Why not show her the painting? Maybe if she sees it she'll stop crying! It always worked when you were little!"

The idea was pure, innocent. It quite frankly made Theo embarrassed and for a split second he doubted that it'd really work. But, he reminded himself, Vincent is more experienced with kids than he is - plus, it didn't hurt to try.

"Fine..." stepping up to the coloured canvas, Theo angled his arms so that the little girl could catch a glimpse of the masterpiece. For some time nothing came of it as she continued to wail and Theo sighed, about to throw in the towel, claim that it was pointless and he'd just have to wait until his wife got home.

That was until the crying gradually got quieter and quieter before ceasing altogether.

The brothers stared in astonishment, watching as eyes that resembled the colour of a stormy sea stared in wonder at the painting of a vast ocean. Chubby little hands started to try and reach out to the picture, the little limps desperate to explore the new discovery more. And along with the newfound curiosity was a happy baby grin, a real one at that, and not just one of the usual reflex smiles.

It was truly a sight for sore eyes, a masterpiece that out does any other that the art dealer has seen before. If he'd had the ability to paint like his brother, Theo would've captured this moment in a heartbeat.   

"Look Theo! She's smiling! And she likes art just like you!" Vincent laughed joyfully, the smile contagious. At the same time the words spoken to him sparked Theo with an idea of his own.

"You're a genius Broer! Dank je!"

"But I didn't do anything- hey! Careful Theo!" Watching as his brother nearly raced out of his room, Vincent stared at the doorway, wondering what went through the other van Gogh's mind to cause such a reaction.

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Vollard's is where he took her. If his little girl enjoyed his brother's artwork surely she'd be over the moon with wonder at seeing the bright colours of other young artist's work.

Turns out, he was right. 

Instead of the cries from this morning, squeals of delight and laughter filled the room. Thankfully, none of the people who were expressing their creativity cared, it was a small price to pay if they had the honor of seeing the renown art dealer in such an unguarded and calm state.

This was his element, art having been a large part of his life, and the fact that Theo got to experience something like this with his daughter (no matter how young she is) was nothing short of precious to him, a memory he'd treasure for as long as he lived.

When every nook and cranny of the art studio was explored, Theo went around to other Paris museums, showcasing as much fine art as he could. While the reactions weren't as lively towards the standard religious paintings the look of wonder and awe that mirrors his own remained. 

And as afternoon turned to evening, the streets bathed in an orange hue and his daughter having dozed off long ago, Theodorus van Gogh donned one of the softest smiles he's had in either of his lives. While he gazed down at the sleeping girl the image of her smile from earlier in the day flashed through his mind. Oh how he wished his wife was there to witness it with him. 

Theo placed a light kiss to the child's forehead.

"Rest well mijn schatje..." he whispered, silently promising that for as long as he can, Theo will make sure that his daughter continues to smile as brightly as she did today. Vowing that he'll protect her happiness from the dangers of the world and doing anything to make sure that the joyful expression on her face stays a constant in all stages of her life.

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*schatje can have the meaning of 'little treasure' (which is what I was going for in this)*