Krista had been waiting for Ymir for several minutes, and she spent that time looking at Harry, brushing his hair out of his face. She yawned softly, still slightly sleepy from the short nap she had took. She heard rushed footsteps outside and sleepily turned to see a figure in the doorway, swinging it open.

"Hey, Kris!" The figure called.

"Shhhhh!" Krista shushed in a scolding manner. "Ymir, please don't be so loud!" She turned to Harry. "The baby's sleeping." She cooed.

Ymir rolled her eyes at her and knelt down next to her, looking at the child as well. "...he's not a baby!"

"Yes he is. He's my baby."

Ymir rolled her eyes. "Such a softie, Krista, seriously." She said, a fond undertone in her voice. Krista blushed and smiled.

"Is that really such a bad thing?"

"Well, if you work for the military then yes." Ymir told her friend

"Shush, I like the baby. He's cute!"

"He IS cute..." Krista turned to her friend in surprise. Ymir frowned. "What? I have a heart too, y'know!"

Krista then broke out into a rancid grin and hugged her friends neck. "You can be his Auntie!"

Ymir looked at her with a raised brow. "...His...auntie...? Kris, I think you're giving me a little too much credit here. I mean, let's face fact...I'm a total jerk."

"Nope! Not after you meet him!" Krista persisted, pointing to his stirring figure, awoken by then noise.

"Mmmgh..." Harry groaned softly as his eyes opened. "Hmm? M-Miss Krista?" He asked softly.

"Hey baby...there's someone i'd like you to meet." she said gently, slipping in next to him and giving him hug within the white sheets. Harry snuggled into her happily.

Ymir watched the interction with extreme interest. 'Well, I always had a feeling Kris would be a good mom...She seemed the type to be ALL OVER that sort of thing...I'll have to keep her in check so she doesn't spoil him to the point where he turns into a brat though.'

"Harry lookie here! This is my good friend, Ymir. Say hi you two." Krista commanded. Harry looked up nervously and locked eyes with the brunnete, who waved.

"Hey there kid."

Harry squeaked and hid in Krista's uniform as best as he could, shy around the new face. "Aw c'mon now! Don't be shy. at least say hello. She won't bite, because she knows I'd get her."

Ymir rolled her eyes as Harry peeked out from Krista's chest and waved slightly, muttering, "H-hello Miss Ymir..."

Ymir smirked and nodded. "What's up?" She replied with a small wave. "How're you feeling, kid? What are you in the hospital for?"

Harry's face grew sad and scared, confusing Ymir. Krista freaked, hugging Harry quickly, causing Harry to hide back in her again. "...I tried to ask him the same question, and he was terrified...You had better results than I did, Ymir..." Krista said softly, rubbing the little boy's back.

Ymir was SERIOUSLY confused! So she took to looking at the boys frame. Thin...broken bones...skin grafts...obvious trauma. Torture. This was like a torture victim she'd come across. She scowled, having a strong feeling she knew what had happened to him... "Abuse...Kris...he's been..." Ymir struggled to say, watching the interaction with interest. Krista turned to look at her.

Her eyes were wide in shock and horror. "Ymir, did you...just say ABUSE...?" Ymir nodded, watching Harry tense and pull away from Krista and cover his eyes. Harry was scared. They knew he was a true freak now...they wouldn't want him..

Krista snapped her head to look at her little boy in despair. How could anyone...ANYONE abuse such a sweet little thing?! "I'm sorry...I-I'm sorry miss Krista...I'm so freaky..." he apologised, thinking she would go easy during his beatings. Krista's breath hitched, and she began to breathe heavily before pulling him into a tight, protective embrace, wanting to make him feel safe and warm...

Harry flinched insrtinctively and tried to escape, but realized she was simply hugging him... Why?! He looked up at the blonde, and was absolutely shocked to see that she was CRYING! Why? Was she crying for...for HIM?! No way...

"Harry...I'm so sorry...I WILL NEVER! EVER! Hit you...ever! I swear." She promised, rocking him back and forth. Harry couldn't hold it. He cried his little heart out, clinging to the blonde's uniform as tightly as he could. He wanted her comfort...He wanted her affection...He wanted her love. And he got just that. Krista kissed his head, holding him as tight as possible and whispering soothing things. "Shh...It's okay...It's okay...I'm here...I've got you, you're safe, nobody will hurt you ever again, I'll make all the pain go away and never EVER come back..." Harry sniffled and cuddled back into her, muffling his tears against her and wetting the uniform. He was so sad...Miss Krista made him feel good... He...He loved Miss Krista...She hugged him and tried to make his sadness go away... For a long while, he cried against her before finally reduced to simple sniffling. Krista sadly smiled at him. "There...All better?" She asked gently, rocking him back and forth as she gave him a loving gaze.

"Y-yes..." he said, his sad condition making his voice adorable.

"Want to hug a bit more?" she asked him again.

"Yes Pwease..." Harry responded.

Krista's heart melted. "Awwwwwww, Ymir, did you hear that, he messed up his R sounds! That's soooooo cuuuuuuute!" She gushed, absolutely delighted.

"Huh..? Miss Kwista...?" Harry asked, confused.

Ymir smirked as Krista got heart eyes and began cuddling him to death. "EEEEEEEE, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU'RE SO CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUUUUUUUUUUUTE!" She gushed gleefully before showering his face with kisses.

Harry actually giggled softly as she did so, and he muttered, "T-thank you miss Kwista..." He said, leaning back into her.

Krista smiled warmly and cuddled him as closely as she could, rubbing his tiny head. "You're welcome, honey."

Ymir let out a noise at the scene and Harry realized she was still here too. So he waved and mumbled, "T-thank you miss Ymir..." He said, the R at the end making it sound like Y-mee-aw.

Ymir laughed. "Hahaha! The little guy's awesome!" Harry blushed and hid back inside "Kwista" to escape. Ymir smiled at the sight. "You're an A class Mom Krista!"

Krista blushed and smiled at Harry. "Oh...You really think so...?" She asked softly.

"Course! Look the kid loves you!"

She was right, Harry was cuddling her, but he pulled away. "Mother?" He asked, his lisp still there.

Krista smiled warmly. "Yes, sweetie. Mother." She said gently.

"Um...Wh-What's a mother...?" Harry asked softly. He had not often seen his aunt and cousin, too busy suffering his uncle's wrath, so he wasn't sure what a mother was...

Krista pursed her lips, but put a smile back on and looked back at him. "A mother, sweetie, is somebody who takes care of little boys and girls like you. They give them hugs ad kisses and try to make ALL their pain go away."

Harry bit his lip. "So...that makes you MY mother...?"

Krista froze and bit her lip...then she smiled warmly and kissed his head before hugging him closer. "...Yes...Yes it does..." She whispered in his ear. "I'm your mommy." Harry sniffed and broke into a grin, hugging the woman with everything he had, sobbing profusely in hapiness. Krista simply smiled and rocked him back and forth.

She gently hummed a soft song in his ear, trying to calm him down from his crying fit. When he did however, he was completely asleep, unable to move, emotionally drained from the days events, and the orphine in his system. Tiredly, he rested his tiny head on the woman's chest. "Night, mommy...I love you..." He said softly before his eyes closed and he fell asleep in her arms.

Krista broke out in a grin and hugged him in his slumber while Ymir watched, amused. "What do you think the workplace is gonna say when they find out you adopted a rugrat?"

Krista looked at her friend. "Well...I really don't care what they say." She replied with a smile. "He's mine, and nothing will change that." Krista pulled him up to her and rocked him back and forth, feeling quite sleepy herself. She rested her eyes for just a moment... Ymir laughed. Her friend was fast asleep in the hospital bed. It was adorable! She quickly snapped a picture for the road, then stood up, snapping another then leaving the room, deciding to leave them to it. Mother and son slept soundly, snuggled in each other's warm embrace.