2p!Canada x Baby!Reader
No one knows how I got her. I don't know how I ended up with her. Everyone questioned why I kept her but everyone denied that I take her to an orphanage or leave her at a doorstep. It was us against the world. But all I can say was one of those first nights was what made me choose to keep her.
I woke up in the evening from my nap to a baby's cry when I remembered I now had one to look after. Groaning and wishing it was only a long dream I slugged out of bed and went over to the makeshift crib she was in. I picked up the brat who I was to look after for the next few couple days until I figured out what to do with her.
I tried rocking her, feeding her, even changing her until I realised she was dirty and uncomfortably warm.
Realising I had to give the thing a bath and went over to the bathroom. I held her in a small bundle in one arm as I turned the knob to my kinda-sorta deep sink. The kid still cried as I was making sure the water wasn't too hot with my ungloved hand. Deciding it was fine I unwrapped her and took of the diaper she hadn't been wearing for that long and threw it away. I put the still crying infant in the warm water and she started to calm down.
Sighing I went to get a washcloth from the hall closet. I opened the small door and grabbed the few things Oliver loaned to me for the time being and went back in.
She was splashing happily in the water and smiled at me, when she saw I had returned. I finally did get to see her eyes that day. A rich shade of (e/c) if I do say so myself. I placed in a bath toy for her to play with as I cleaned her. I took the washcloth and put soap on it and started to clean her off. I rubbed it around her torso and down her legs and across her arms.
I decided to let her mess around or play or whatever it is babies do when they're getting cleaned for a bit before I washed her little bit of hair. I poured in bubbles cause babies like that shit right? And I might've put in a little too much cause no it wasn't over flowing, it was kinda hard to see the 6th month old child behind all of them. After swatting down the light pink bubbles I began to see her small frame again. I knelt down so could be eye level with her and she did it...
She sneezed in my face and some of the nearby bubbles flew in my direction. And for the first time in what felt like years I cracked a smile and actually began to laugh. I guess there is a first time for everything, and I guess she changed it all for me that day. And might I say I'm glad that however she worked her way in my life I'm pretty damn happy about it.