The Great Games

Adam continued to look until his sights set on David and he began to giggle. Kieara laughed softly as he did.
 
In response to this, David tickled Adam's stomach, speaking nonsensical words to the child in order to appease him. Though he did not like to make a fool of himself, he decided to make an exception this time around.
 
Adam cackled and laughed loving it. Kieara didn't hold it against him. She found it adorable, babies ate that stuff up.
 
In response to this reaction from Adam, David continued, but instead tickled under the boy's chin. Apparently, this was his most ticklish spot as a child. Maybe that continued into his son.
 
He squealed in laughther and kicked his tiny feet. She laughed softly at her lover and son. David might as well have been her husband. She sometimes wished that he was, but she knew that it was too good to be true around Mordred.
 
David let out a light chuckle, a minute reflection of his immense joy, and he continued to rub his finger in the area that Adam seemed to find so ticklish, making sure to take a second or two between every bout. it'd lose effect if used continuously, so he needed to pace himself.
David had considered a proposal, but he knew that it was impossible, under their circumstances. Mordred aside, there was the matter of him wanting to give her a lavish wedding - not just something registered at a building that wasn't a church.
 
((Happy Birthday!))

Kieara smiled as Adam giggled hysterically. He grabbed at his father's hand as he panted softly. He was getting out of breath.
 
((Aw, danke. You were the first person here to say that.))

Noting this development, David eased up on the tickling, instead opting to stroke his son's cheek, once or twice, with the back of his free hand. He had, after all, moved the hand Adam had been grabbing for, to the boy.
 
((I pay more attention than most think. ^^ No problem.))

Adam held his fingers as he grinned and caught his breath. Adam tried to suck on them opening his mouth and trying to move his fathers hand forward.
 
Obliging to the infant's wishes, David moved his hand down, making it look as if he was actually being pulled down by his son. He continued to stroke his son's cheek, and sometimes his head. He had been laughing profusely, so he reasoned that he should at least try and calm him.
 
He sucked on one of David's fingers contently. His bright blue eyes like Kieara's looked up at his father. David couldn't deny this child, it was his spitting image.
 
Even if he could, David wouldn't deny his son. Granted, at first, he had no want for it, even if he was willing to tolerate the boy. Now, however, he would have slapped his past self for thinking such things. He loved his son with all his heart - this was something he had created. A tiny little human life, a miracle that he could hold in his arms, and it was sucking on his finger.
 
Kieara smiled as Adam continued to suck on his finger. He soon was yawning sleepily again. He cooed at David also needing changed.
 
David sniffed the air - his expression contorted at the stench filling it, as was a natural reaction. He actually had no idea how to change a baby's nappy - he knew very little about them in the first place. He assumed that he didn't need to tell Kieara, the smell being enough.
 
Kieara giggled a bit at his face. "Should I teach you how to change him?"
 
David, discarding his reservations, sighed, and nodded his head. He had no idea on how to change a baby, and he it had never been brought up in his life.
"Yes... That would be a good idea."
 
She lifted their precious cargo gently and moved him to the changing table. She then guided him through changing a diaper and how to properly clean his bottom so that he wouldn't develop a rash. She then powdered him and rediapered the baby.
 
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