"Dude, you got someone knocked up!? That's crazy!" Alfred laughed obnoxiously.
"That's, like... Totally crazy." Kaoru said, in his usual flat tone, yet with curiosity in his eyes.
"What!? No it's not like that!" Arthur put his hands in front of him defensively. "I found her in an ally way!"
"What were you doing in an ally?" At this point, they were just trying to put Arthur on the spot.
"Kaoru! Alfred! Go back to work, aru!" Yao demanded, saving Arthur from more confusion.
"Aw..." Alfred and Kaoru whined.
"Thank you, Yao... Those two were getting in my nerves."
"It was no problem, aru. Where is ____ anyways?"
"She's sleeping in my room."
As if on cue, tiny cries could be heard coming from the captain's quarters, signaling that ____ had woken up.
"Well, she was..." Arthur chuckled to himself.
"Let's go, aru! I want to see her!" Yao squealed.
Walking in the room, they were greeted by nothing other than a whining child, wrapped in blankets. Her <e/c> eyes shut closed, and her mouth wide open, letting shrieks escape her windpipe.
"It's alright, love, I'm here..." The gentleman cooed and picked you up.
"She's so cute!" Yao squealed quietly, as not to startle you.
"Yes, you've said that multiple times already..." Arthur sighed.
"I can't help it, aru! She's just so-"
"Cute, yes, I know."
"So what are you going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"We're both needed on deck, who's going to watch ____?"
"You should've thought of that before you kept her, aru."
"You're the one who suggested I kept her!"
"–So I need you to watch ____ for today... Maybe everyday actually..." Arthur finished explaining.
"Hm..." Alfred pondered for a moment. "What's in it for me?"
"I'm your brother and captain and you'll do what I say, that's what!" Arthur fumed.
"Not good enough, bro." He smiled mischievously. "Buuut, I might do it if you start giving me my money!"
"Goddamn it, Alfred!"
"So, do we have a deal?"
"I'll give you a silver coin every week. How's that?"
"How about a gold piece?"
"A silver piece is already pushing it, do you really think I'd give you gold?"
Alfred pouted childishly. "Fine."
"Just be careful with her, she's only an infant."
"Yeah, yeah, I know how to take care of a baby!"
Arthur eyed him suspiciously. "Really?"
"Okay, not really, but I'll figure it out as I go along!"
"Suddenly, I'm not so sure about this..."
"It's fine, dude! I mean, who else can you trust to watch her that isn't busy with chores and stuff!"
"Oh, I see now... You want to watch her as an excuse to get out of your chores..."
"C'mon, ____! Say 'uncle!'" Alfred cooed to you, trying to teach you your first word.
It had been five months since Arthur had taken you in, and you were his precious little angel. He didn't get to spend as much time with you as you would, being a captain and all, but Alfred would take care of you and play with you in the captain's quarters until your father came.
"Honestly, Alfred, she just learned to sit up on her own, she definitely isn't ready to speak." Both you and Alfred looked up to see your father leaning against the door frame. Of course you recognized your father right away and let out a squeal of joy. You began reaching your arms out, making grabbing motions, and making grunting sounds, signaling that you wanted to be picked up. Of course, Arthur happily obliged.
"Hello, love, are you having fun with your uncle?" He gently stroked your short hair and kissed your cheek.
"Gwah!" You replied in undecipherable baby-language.
"'Course she is! You don't have to come check every ten minutes just to make sure she's okay you know!" Alfred pouted.
"Yes, yes, but that doesn't mean I can't come and see my poppet every few hours..." The Englishman smiled at you, making you giggle.
"Aww, Artie you're such a good dad!" The American teased.
"C'mon, _____! I know you can say it!" Alfred coaxed.
You're now nine months old, and are learning how to talk. Apparently, Alfred was determined to make you first word either "uncle" or "Alfred," completely oblivious to the fact that both those words were a bit to complicated.
"Unya!" Was what he got for a response.
"C'mon, ____! I know you can do it!"
"Are you still on that?" Once again your father had snuck in without either you or Alfred noticing.
"'Course I am! She obviously likes me more!"
"What are you talking about!? I'm her father, she clearly like me better than you!" The Brit retaliated.
"Well, I'm around her more!"
"Dada!" You squeaked.
Both men looked over to you confused. Sure enough, you were pouting and holding your arms out, wanting to be held, as usual. But, had you really said what they thought you had?
"Dadaaa!" You cried, reaching further for your father.
Arthur smiled gently and picked you up, a tear peaking out of the corner of his eye.
"What was that, love?" He asked, wanting you to say it once more, to which you happily obliged.
"Dada!" You smiled widely, showing your incoming teeth.
"Aw... No fair..." Alfred whined.
"Hush up, you git, she just said her first word."
"Yeah, but I wanted her to say 'uncle...'"
Arthur sighed and thought of something to cheer up his younger brother. "Well, maybe the first name she says will be 'Alfred.'"
This of course made the young man perk right up.
"Alright! Let's go _____, uncle Alfie is gonna teach how to say his awesome name!"
"What have I done?"