chapter 2- A baby!!

And now, here I am, sitting with my roommate... with an actual baby.

The room was thick with an awkward, yet strangely goofy atmosphere.

"So, where’d you get this baby?" Noah asked, his voice tight with disbelief, almost as if it was twisted in concern and confusion.

Noah, clearly worried that Damian might’ve kidnapped someone’s child, glanced at the baby. She had woken up from the noise and was now lying there, completely unbothered, while Noah—despite the tension—was making silly faces at her. The baby gave him a blank, nonchalant stare.

“She... kinda looks like you,” Damian thought to himself. Her hazel-green eyes glistened like little marbles, similar to Noah’s.

Noah sighed, rubbing his temples, still unable to process the situation. He tried to question Damian about the baby’s origins, but Damian was suspiciously tight-lipped.

“Okay, Damian, so this baby is yours. Who’s the mother? And why didn’t you tell me you were dating someone?!”

Damian paused whatever he was fiddling with and finally turned to face Noah. His expression was a mix of hopelessness and something akin to hope.

“That’s because... I’m not.”

Noah blinked, confused. “What do you mean you’re not? So you’re telling me you just hooked up with some random—”

“WHAT THE HELL, NOAH?” Damian snapped, his voice rising in frustration. “DO YOU THINK I’M THAT KIND OF GUY?”

Noah flinched, genuinely startled at Damian’s outburst. He opened his mouth to respond, “I didn’t mean—”

But before he could finish, the baby let out an ear-splitting wail, cutting through the tension in the room.

Damian’s attention snapped back to her. “Ahh, no! Daddy’s sorry. I didn’t mean to yell! I’m sorry, princess. Look—peekaboo!” His voice stuttered nervously as he fumbled to soothe her, clearly clueless about what he was doing.

Noah watched the hopeless scene unfold and felt a pang of guilt. Sure, he did provoke Damian into yelling, but— “Is she hungry?” Noah asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Damian mumbled, eyes darting between the crying baby and the kitchen. “Wait here—watch her for a sec!”

Before Noah could protest, Damian dashed off to the kitchen, probably to grab the formula he’d bought earlier.

Left alone with the still-crying baby, Noah panicked internally. “Ah, what do I do?” he muttered under his breath. After a brief pause, he reached out to pat her tiny tummy gently. “It’s okay, don’t cry...”

The baby’s cries quieted slightly, and she reached out toward him with her chubby little hands.

“Wait... does she want to be held?” Noah mumbled. He wasn’t unfamiliar with babies. After all, he’d helped care for his younger siblings growing up.

Carefully, he picked her up and held her to his chest, patting her back softly. She let out a few sniffles before settling down, making small, content baby noises.

Noah let out a relieved breath, looking down at her tiny, peaceful face. He didn’t even notice that Damian was standing in the doorway, watching him the entire time.

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