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sabinelagrandeRemix is frustrating the absolute hell out of me, which means that it matches everything and everyone else lately. IDK, y'all. I am not unlike some kind of fangirl Gozilla what has been unleashed upon the city of Marvel.
So fuck it. This is from the OTT romance novel, and ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME, FOOLS.
Erik looked down at the baby, slumbering quietly in its crib; it wriggled a little, like maybe it was having whatever the baby equivalent of a dog's dream about running was. Thank god someone had figured out how to diaper the damn thing, and now it had some clothes, too, cheerful, yellow things with the seat of the pants torn out.
Erik really wanted to hate the little bastard. It really was emblematic of many of the troubles of Erik's life, from its little blue head all the way down to its little pointy tail. If it wasn't completely defenseless- well, it wasn't completely defenseless, one would do well to mind the tail- Erik wouldn't have a lot of problems with throwing it out a window.
It wasn't as if Erik had any affection for babies whatsoever; on the contrary, they were mystifying at best and infuriating at worst. It was just that it wasn't appropriate to hate one. This one didn't even do anything, so it wasn't like it could cause Erik any harm; its only activities ever seemed to be throwing up, feeding, crying, and shitting, and thus far, Erik had done a very good job at comprehensively avoiding dealing with any of those things.
The only thing that it had ever done that would be worthy of Erik's hatred was to be born. And really, the problem wasn't its birth, but its conception; the problem wasn't with its conception, but with its parents' relationship; the problem wasn't with its parents' relationship, but with its mother's disloyalty; the problem wasn't with its mother's disloyalty, but with the day she walked out on Erik; the problem wasn't with the day she walked out on Erik, but all the things he did to make her go.
It suddenly seemed incredibly unfair to be angry with the baby at all.
It roused, making small baby noises, and Erik looked at it warily. He looked into its wide yellow eyes, waiting for it to do something, but instead it just lay there, cooing, laughing little baby laughs.
"I'm watching you," he told it quietly, leaving before it could respond. Just because he allowed it to stay in his house didn't mean he trusted it.
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So fuck it. This is from the OTT romance novel, and ONLY GOD CAN JUDGE ME, FOOLS.
Erik looked down at the baby, slumbering quietly in its crib; it wriggled a little, like maybe it was having whatever the baby equivalent of a dog's dream about running was. Thank god someone had figured out how to diaper the damn thing, and now it had some clothes, too, cheerful, yellow things with the seat of the pants torn out.
Erik really wanted to hate the little bastard. It really was emblematic of many of the troubles of Erik's life, from its little blue head all the way down to its little pointy tail. If it wasn't completely defenseless- well, it wasn't completely defenseless, one would do well to mind the tail- Erik wouldn't have a lot of problems with throwing it out a window.
It wasn't as if Erik had any affection for babies whatsoever; on the contrary, they were mystifying at best and infuriating at worst. It was just that it wasn't appropriate to hate one. This one didn't even do anything, so it wasn't like it could cause Erik any harm; its only activities ever seemed to be throwing up, feeding, crying, and shitting, and thus far, Erik had done a very good job at comprehensively avoiding dealing with any of those things.
The only thing that it had ever done that would be worthy of Erik's hatred was to be born. And really, the problem wasn't its birth, but its conception; the problem wasn't with its conception, but with its parents' relationship; the problem wasn't with its parents' relationship, but with its mother's disloyalty; the problem wasn't with its mother's disloyalty, but with the day she walked out on Erik; the problem wasn't with the day she walked out on Erik, but all the things he did to make her go.
It suddenly seemed incredibly unfair to be angry with the baby at all.
It roused, making small baby noises, and Erik looked at it warily. He looked into its wide yellow eyes, waiting for it to do something, but instead it just lay there, cooing, laughing little baby laughs.
"I'm watching you," he told it quietly, leaving before it could respond. Just because he allowed it to stay in his house didn't mean he trusted it.
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