I decided that I needed a break from the intensity of Uncertain Death.. so I wrote a bit of fluff <3 I'll have Mehr up after I write a bit Mehr chapters

Fang awoke to sound of a child crying, turning to meet eyes with his wife. "I just fed him and changed him.." She sighed and Fang nodded, slowly sitting up. "I got him, go back to sleep." He smiled and leaned down to KISS her head before sliding out of bed. He stepped onto the cold hardwood floor and pulled on his shirt, sighing out as he left the room. Within a few Sekunden Fang was in the newborns room, walking over to the krippe and grabbing a blanket as he passed the rocking chair. He leaned over the krippe and picked the child up. "Sh.." Fang whispered and pressed his nose to the newborn's head, rocking him. "Let's go downstair so we don't keep Mommy up with the crying, hm?" He smiled, leaving the room and quietly making his way down the stairs. Once down the stairs, he paced around the bottom floor of the home, smiling as he tried to comfort the child. Fang stared out the küche window into the darkness, humming quietly as the crying slowly came to a stop. He only looked down when he felt arms hug around his leg. "Did we wake you?" Fang shifted the newborn into one arm and crouched down, holding one arm. "No.." The boy whispered and snuggled into the open arm. "Thirsty.." He sagte with a tired yawn, small hands rubbing at tired eyes. "Hold on, Jon." Fang sagte and lifted the older child onto the counter, opening a cabinet above his head. After setting the plastic cup on the counter, he turned on the tap, holding it underneath. "Why's was he crying..?" Jon mumbled out, letting out another tired yawn as the sippy cup was handed to him. "Just crying to cry, I guess." Fang chuckled and winked, setting down the boy and returning both arms to the newborn in his arms. Fang made his way to the couch and sat down, stretching out, looking down at the newborn who was beginning to dose off. He watched Jon stare up the stairs before looking back at his father then to the staircase once again. Fang couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head and getting up from where he was stretched out. He shifted the baby to one arm, taking Jon's hand as he helped him up the stairs, letting go once they were at the top. Fang slid back into the room and laid Jaime down in the crib, smiling happily at the sleeping child before leaving the room. He pulled off his hemd, shirt once he was back in his own room, smiling at another body that had made it's way into the bed. Fang slid in beside the body, tapping on Jon's head, who was snuggled up to Devin. "Just what do Du think you're doing, Mister?" He rose an eyebrow with a grin, who only returned that same grin.