My Lullaby (MPREG) (COMPLETED!; BEING REVISED!; SEQUEL IN PROGRESS!)

7

Tord lied in the alleyway, his mind wandered to Idden and he felt a pang of guilt and worry.  Other than that, he felt so numb, emotions didn't come easy to him.  He heard a few voices nearby, but he paid no mind to them until he heard footsteps approach him.  He looked in the direction of the noises and saw a small group that looked homeless.  They appeared to be about his age and they stared down at him with interest and concern.

"If you want money, I have none." Tord said in an almost robotic voice, his expression taking little to no interest to the seemingly concerned people.  "That isn't what we're here for, don't worry.  We were just wondering if you're okay." The person in the middle said, crouching down in front of Tord.  "No...I'm not, but it's not something I wanna talk about." Tord said, a little more emotion to his voice as he remembered handing his baby over to them.  "Then we won't make you talk.  Say, do you want to join our clan?" The man who was crouched in front of Tord asked.  "Clan?" Tord said, tilting his head in slight curiosity.

"Well, we're homeless like you and some people create a group we call a clan to keep each other protected from getting beaten, raped etc. clans also fight for territories that provide at least some shelter.  Of course, there are other clans to join that have more territories than we do." The guy explained, scratching the back of his head.  "Maybe...I'll try this clan thing out to see if I take a liking to it.  You have three days to convince me to join you and your crew.  Just don't expect it to be easy.  Love and friendship has failed me so many times.  But again, I have nothing to lose if I gave those things one last chance to redeem itself." Tord said, his dull, almost lifeless grey eyes meeting a bright sea green pair of orbs that belonged to the guy crouched in front of the Norski.  Those sea green eyes lit up a bit at Tord's response and he helped the Norwegian to his feet.

"By the way, I'm Sólúlfur.  It's Icelandic." The guy, which Tord now knew as Sólúlfur, said with a goofy, almost childish grin.  "I'm Tord.  It's Norwegian." Tord said, feeling inclined to introduce himself since Sólúlfur was nice enough to do so.  "It's nice to meet ya, Tord!" Sólúlfur said in an upbeat tone, his childish grin getting bigger and to Tord, it looked like it hurt to smile that big.  But nonetheless, that smile reassured him a little bit.

Maybe this could be a whole new start for me...

A second chance to be who I want to be...

(Meanwhile)

"MAKE IT STOOOOOP!!" A cola loving brunette groaned, the sound of Idden crying for what seemed like the 1000th time already!  "You handle her!" Tom grumbled, crossing his arms.  "Why me?!" Edd asked, "Taking her was your fucking idea!" Matt replied, obviously tired and grumpy considering that he had huge ass bags under his eyes.  Edd sighed in frustration, but went into Idden's room, knowing that Matt was right.  "What's wrong?" He asked, but he only got sobs in reply.  He approached the crib and pulled her out, checking her diaper.  Goddammit...

"Did Idden take a poo-poo?" Edd said, fake smiling as he gave Idden an Eskimo kiss (basically when you touch noses with another person).  The baby girl laughed regardless and pulled herself close to the green wearing brunette, making his fake smile turn into a real one.  "Alright let's change your diaper." Edd said, taking Idden to a changing station.

After that stinky situation, Edd carried Idden to the couch, turning the TV on only to see South Park on.  "Shut up you fu-!"

Edd changed the channel with an 'oh shit' look on his face, but relaxed when an episode of Chica came on.  Although he paid little to no interest or attention to the show, he couldn't help but smile a bit at the cute lil incoherent babbles that were coming out of Idden's mouth, her heart melting smile, making him overload from the amount of adorableness coming from the little girl.  Though his smile faded when thoughts of Tord began to surface.

Wonder how he's doing... he thought to himself, but shrugged it off.  It's been a month since I left him in that alleyway...probably dead by now.  Oh well.

Soon Tom walked in, obviously still unsure of how he feels about this baby.  C'mon, Tom...!  Make up your fucking mind!!  He thought to himself as he continued to stare at the infant, his eye twitching ever so slightly out of mixed emotions.  He soon came to his senses and sat down on the couch next to Edd who was still holding Idden.  After a bit of zoning out again, he finally decided to give her a chance.  He reached out and took Idden from Edd.

Tom's dark voids stared down at Idden, whose silver eyes stared up at his.  The two remained like that until Idden spat up the baby food she ate earlier that morning.  "UGH!! YOU LITTLE SH-!" He shut up when he saw the deadly death glare the cola addict was giving him.  "Um...can you grab a towel?  Heh heh..." Tom asked awkwardly, not wanting to meet Edd's cold stare.  Edd sighed, but got up.

Tom got even more irritated when Idden started laughing at the spit up on his shirt, almost as if she was laughing at his misfortune.  Looks like she got his snarky, smartass attitude...

Edd came back in with a rag and trash can,(well that rhymed) and he wiped the puke from Tom's shirt then took Idden, telling him to change his shirt.

(Welp! I'm out of ideas for this chapter, so I might as well wrap this up!

-Pepper/Rea)