This ain't that long but it's sweet. Think I'll put a few of these chapters into my one-shot's story thing since they'd work there and I'm well getting Maka pregnant again, don't even care.

Enjoy.

Soul suppressed a groan as he looked over to the clock at his bedside. 3:47 am, and Amara was crying. Loud. He turned over to look to Maka, who was groggily opening her eyes. He released an almost in audible sigh before pressing a kiss to her forehead, pushing her back down to the pillows.

"Go back to sleep," he whispered before pulling away and throwing his legs over the bed, standing in just his sweat pants and throwing the t-shirt he had worn the day before to head out of the room.

"Give her a kiss for me," Maka murmured as he pulled open the door, burying her face back in the pillows. Soul smiled and didn't reply, instead walking steadily to his crying daughter's room.

Her door was left open, he was met with the dim glow of the butterfly night light on her wall and her standing upright in her crib, crying louder for attention as her Dad enters the room.

"Hey, hey," he muttered, putting his hands under her arms before picking her up, bringing her to his chest. "What's all that noise for, eh?"

She did quiet somewhat, but there were a few loud yells that Soul shushed patiently.

"Shush, Mara, shush," he cooed gently, swaying her in a comforting motion as he stroked the back of her head, her wispy hair going through his fingers as she dropped her head onto his shoulder.

"You need to give your Mom a chance to sleep, kid," he murmured to her, her cries quietening into whimpers as he spoke before crying out loudly once more.

"Aw, baby, c'mon now," he whined, walking from the room and heading to the living room, the couch was full of baby toys and such therefore he sat on the piano bench beside the balcony since his piano was moved there when the room it was kept was used to store Amara's belongings.

He sat her on his knee and she quietened, arching her neck to look at him curiously, he chuckled before turning her around and standing her up on his lap to which she giggled at. Soul laughed gruffly at the sound she made, bouncing her lightly as she tried to keep her balance.

"You'll be walking in no time, won't ya?" he muttered to her, and she laughed once more. He smiled before bringing her to his chest again. She may only be turning one in a few weeks but she had to be the cuddliest baby ever. She put her small arms over his shoulders and rest her head there, Soul's heart hammered with the love he felt for her when she did things like that. He hugged his child to him before standing once more, heading over to the kitchen to make her some milk to try and get her to sleep again.

"Alright, here we go baby," he said as he placed her in her chair and walked over to the fridge. He pulled out the bottle Maka had made the previous day before heating it up, turning around as Amara started whimpering again.

"Can't turn around to five seconds can I?" he rumbled, sitting in the seat nearest to her and giving her his full attention. She whimpered some more before fidgeting in her seat, making Soul sigh before picking her up once more.

"Neediest baby alive, you know that?" he said as he pulled her from her chair and rest her on his hip as he turned to pour the milk into a clean bottle one handed.

After screwing the lid (not without difficulty) he moved back over to the living room to sit on the piano bench once more, the moonlight pooling eerily into the room from the window wall. He cradled the small child skilfully before bringing to bottle to her lips, which she opened eagerly. Soul rolled his eyes, he believes she could hold a bottle on her own, she'd a clever kid but she just doesn't want to.

"Lazy baby, ain't ya?" he told her as she looked up to him as she drank. "Just like ya Daddy."

She just continued to stare up at him as she drank from the bottle. Her crimson eyes, so wide and childlike reminded him so much of Wes it made his heart clench. He and Soul had shared the same coloured eyes but Souls were never as bright and wide. Amara must have gotten something from her late uncle after all.

He continued to support the back of her neck with the crook of his elbow while he fed her, still looking at her in awe. How could this perfect creature have been made by him? How could he have made up all those millions of cells to build something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect?
But he knew the answer the moment the question entered his mind.

Maka.

It was her. And him. Both of them together created the piece of perfection in his arms and she wouldn't be there if it wasn't for Maka, just as she wouldn't if it wasn't for Soul. He sighed heavily before drawing the bottle away and burping her, smiling as he watched her eyes droop as she fought sleep.

"C'mon babes," he murmured before cradling to him again and standing, making his way back to her room.

She drooped slightly in his grip due to her nodding off, to which he chuckled at before securing his grip on her. As he entered her room he was met with the same calming glow of the nightlight as he walked to her crib and gently set her down. She snuggled into her blanket and Soul smirked, it reminded him of Maka. He stroked her white tufts softly before standing straight, his eyes not leaving her peaceful form.

"Soul?"

He turned as the quiet, melodic voice sounded from the doorway. Maka stood there with a warm, tired smile as she looked at her husband and daughter. She leaned on the door frame and tightened her robe around her before she made her way forward.

"You should be in bed, sweetheart," he rumbled as he wrapped his arms around her waist as she put hers around his neck and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

"It took you a while to get her down," she replied before smiling. "But I see you two were just bonding." Soul chuckled before pressing a chaste kiss to her lips and looking back down on their daughter.

"Well, she's down for the night now so we should get a good night's rest," he commented, loosening his grip on her while she tightened hers.

"Or we could, I dunno," she said drawled as she drew lazy circles on his chest, her eyes cast down. "Take advantage of the fact that we're both pretty much awake and Amara won't be for quite a wh-"

She didn't get another word out as Soul pressed his lips hungrily to her own, Maka chuckled into their kiss before Soul swept her from the room and to their bedroom.

Guess they didn't sleep too long after all.