YO YO YO YO YO.
This is a baby!fic.
I have no title bc I just wrote this and two other fics and I cant think coherently for the life of me rn.
W*F PORTUGAL YOU TURDS WHAT EVEN I THOUGHT YOU WAS JESUS.
Just read it and tell me if you want me to continue.
I thinks that this should be like a SS of maybe 10 small parts??
Maybe. There wont be much plot here tho. That's for the 5 +1 things and the crime fiction au fics.
The soft hues of the morning did its best of doing nothing to ease the ball of tension that was thrumming around the pit of his stomach. Aahil opened up the piece of paper yet again, the creases becoming more and more pronounced with each press of calloused fingers, but the words written in sloping black still didn't change.
She's yours.
Born 24th December 2013.
Has a fondness for sleeping during the day and soapy baths.
Sorry.
Aahil sighed, and his hands only slightly trembled as he pocketed the small note. He turned towards the small basket that sat innocuously on the front porch. The carrier seemed to have made with meticulous care, the palm braches weaving together seamlessly and beautifully. The baby girl- his baby girl- was bundled in pale lilac, and he could see the dark mop of hair that was covering her head, and small closed eyes.
She was his. But who was the mother?
Kneeling down, Aahil slowly reached over, movements stilted, but curious, and grabbed a hold of a small hand that had peeked through the blankets. The baby twitched, head moving side to side, a slight whine escaping her lips.
"Hey shhh," He stroked a thumb over small fingers, and marveled over the sheer fragility of the creation in front of him. When the baby calmed, breathing slow and steady once again, Aahil allowed himself to get up, and lean against the closest wall.
He had a daughter.
He was a dad.
"Oh my god," The slow panic that had started to trickle immediately lodged its lonesome self into the crumbling sphere of his aching head.
He had a baby girl and she was his and that meant that he had to raise her but he didn't know how to, the father he had wanted Aahil to make him proud and look what Aahil did. Aahil ruined Abu and Ammi's life and he couldn't ruin her- she was so fragile, he could break her with a finger- he didn't want to be like his Abu -but Aahil, he burned everything he touched, what was he going to -Rehaan. Rehaan. Yes. He would know what to do.
He needed to call him. But his phone was inside, nestled under mussed bed sheets. God damnit.
As Aahil willed himself to stop, to just breathe, trying to match his breathing with the rhythm of the small absolute miracle in front of him, he heard the distinct clatter of feet reaching close.
His head whipped up without its own accord, and he abruptly realized that he had slid down to the floor again, and that the noise was coming from Sanam.
Belatedly, he also realized that the woman who gave him what was possibly the best and simultaneously the worst surprise of his life didn't mention his baby girl's name.
His baby girl.
His.
"Oh my god."
If y'all like it please tell me.
I actually wasn't gonna do jackshit until FIFA ended but.
A certain someone gave me a veerrry subtle kick in the butt.
FARRRZZZ THAT SOMEONE IS YOUUU.
I DEDICATE THIS TO YOU.
BAM BAM BAM.
And pls someone give me some inspiration for a title- baby!fic YO wont do for very long 🤣
And this was written in past tense but I cant do that for shit so sorry for the changes in tense if it happens- its not proof- read. I shall go back to present tense next time.
xx
SOMETHING HAPPENED WITH THE FORMATTING I AM SO SORRY. THE TITLE IS NOT GOING INTO THE MIDDLE AND THE FIRST PARAGRAPH IS BEING A BOLDED DOUCHE BAG I DONT WANT IT TO BE BOLD OH MY GOSH JESUS.
INDEX:
part 1: above
part 2: page 7 (rly short, sorry.)
Indian Mythology
Sampoorna
CID
