Andrew cried...a lot. Android 17 was up almost all the time, rocking the small baby in his arms. Andrew squirmed, small hiccups bursting past his lips. Android 17 hummed softly and hushed the bundle in his arms.
"Shh...shh. It's okay... You hungry?" He lifted the child, blinking. Andrew blinked those gorgeous blue eyes, a smile spreading on his pink, round face. 17 smiled. Of course...then, he paused. Holy shit...how do I feed him...
Trunks turned the page, reading the paragraph before him. He was interrupted mid sentence by an abrupt buzzing in his pocket. He opened his flip phone, not recognizing the number. He answered it, putting the receiver next to his ear.
"This is Trunks. Who is this?" He asked, waiting for an answer.
"Uh, yeah. Trunks? How do I feed the kid?" 17 asked. Trunks blinked. Oh! Right! Android...baby...ugh!
"Right. You just make the formula..." He answered.
"The what? The powder stuff? Um... Well, would you mind coming over and making it while I give this little punk here a bath?" What? Of all the nerve!
"...Fine. I'll be over in a few." Trunks replied, fearing for the raven haired baby.
"Okay. See you then...c'mon fussy butt. To the tub with ye!" 17 exclaimed, hanging up shortly after.
Trunks flew all the way from just outside North City to an island a few hundred miles off the coast of South City to feed baby.
Andrew, like usual, was squirming to try to get out of 17's grasp.
"Hey! Hold still so I can dry you off!" He grunted in frustration, trying his best to get a grip on the naked baby. Trunks just watched from the kitchen as he made the formula. He heard small footsteps and was greeted with a naked baby. waddling around, just barely escaping the arms of the male android. The android wrestled with the baby for about 10 minutes before he finally was able to put a diaper on the little tyke.
"Ha! Got ya!" He laughed, tickling Andrew's small, pudgy belly. The baby giggled and grabbed his fingers. God damn it...Trunks thought. They're so cute...
17 stood up, pulling the shirt over Andrew's head. Well, let's say attempting too. The shirt was too small, he sighed, opting just to leave the baby in his diaper.
"Hey Trunks, can you watch him while I get him some new clothes? He's grown a little too big for old ones."
"Oh, uh... Sure," Trunks took Andrew from his
Trunks looked down at the baby in his arms, watching his small chest rise and fall with each deep breath. Andrew was so adorable. Trunks left the kitchen and made his way the stairs to put him in his crib when 17 came back from the store.
Andrew tugged at his hair and pointed at the android in the doorway.
"Mm..m.." He grunted, struggling over Trunks' shoulder towards the cyborg. Android 17 rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his face. He placed the bags on the table to take the baby from Trunks' arms. Trunks stared. How had he never noticed it before?
Android 17's silky raven hair, his skin creamy and soft. But most of all, his eyes. They appeared cold, steely blue at first. Now, they seemed to glimmer. Like pale sapphires shining with playfulness and fondness. Trunks smiled softly, feeling his heart flutter slightly.
"Um...Trunks. Are you, okay?" The android's voice inquired, his head cocked slightly to the side.
"Oh. It's. Nothing 17," Trunks felt red slowly creep onto his cheeks.
Android 17 looked at Trunks. Maybe, there was more to the half Saiyan brat than looks. The android looked away. Something had changed. That must be it.