CHAPTER ONE-NOT EASY AS IT LOOKS

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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: NOTICED I'M USING 'IT/ITS' PRONOUNS FOR BABY WALNUT, THIS IS BECAUSE IN THIS AND THE UPCOMING PART WILL TAKE TIME IN THE FIRST COUPLE DAYS ALMOND WAS BEING A DAD UNAWARE OF HER GENDER, BUT AFTER THAT I'LL BE USING 'SHE/HER' PRONOUNS IN THE REMAINING CHAPTERS)


A new day has come, things seemed to been going bad for the young detective, he was sitting at the edge of his bed with slightly reddish eyes, his hair was a mangled up mess and his clothes had a few stains of coffee and baby drool. He was trying to catch some sleep from last night but before he could doze off he was woken up by the loud wails of the freshly baked cookie coming from another room.

Almond just sighed softly and rubbed his face a bit, he got up and walked down the hall which was already a mess as well and entered to a small pastel colored room with furniture suited for a baby as well as a rocking chair. He walked over to a small crib, glanced over and inside was a squirming baby cookie kicking and flailing its limbs frantically

"What is it, little one? What's wrong?"-The detective looked at it for a moment and saw that the blanket was at the end of the crib and he covered the baby again thinking that might be the problem, but it just kicked it down again while grunting angrily, Almond blinked twice and though-Not cold? Then what is it?-he then gingerly picked the baby from its crib and began to rock it back and forth in his arms, which seemed to be doing the trick, the baby just hiccuped as it rubbed its teary eyes and sniffed a little, then the freshly baked looked at Almond and tried to grab his face but he jerked away which made the baby to start to wail again

Why did you do that?! It was trying to touch you...as it was THAT bad...you're such an idiot! And why do you still referring the baby as an 'it'...you don't even know the gender of your own kid?!"-he though while he panic again and he then he thought that maybe a bottle of warm milk would do the trick, he went to the kitchen still holding the crying baby and began to warm up a bottle previously made that same day; while both waited, Almond began to gently rock the baby again to try to subside its tears, once the bottle was warm enough he went back to the nursery and sat on the rocking chair; and tried to hold both the baby and the bottle at the same time. It looked at the rubber nipple and quickly latched to it drinking the warm liquid away happily but a bit too fast

"Whoa whoa, slow it down"-Almond said but the baby cookie didn't heard him, it was starving and once it finished, the young detective blinked at that as he glanced at the empty bottle and placed it in the nearest night stand. The baby soon began to grunt in discomfort in seconds notice and hiccuped which marked a sign for Almond to place it over his shoulder and to gently pat its back to make it burp, the tiny sound of it realizing air filled the room

"Good job...let's get you back to-"but before he could've finished his sentence, he felt a warm sensation in his back and lift the baby from his shoulder and saw its face covered in a white liquid, he quickly connected the dots of what just happened and was disgusted

"Gross, just gross...why are babies this gross...well at least it didn't do it in your face..."-he thought, he got up from the chair and picked a cloth to wipe its face, after that he plopped the now calmed and tired baby back into its crib. Almond let out a sigh of relief and went back to his room but the freshly baked cookie woke up again which made him let out a slightly annoyed grunt

It was like that for the next hours, nothing but Almond trying to calm the baby down in any way or another, when he thought he had manage to calm it down it would start to wail again making this a hard day for him with little to no sleep or any moment for him to relax. Nighttime rolled around and he finally managed to get the baby to sleep, Almond let out a loud sigh in relief and plopped into his bed feeling like dead, but he couldn't fall asleep as well, his mind was wrapped around his thoughts and how he feel about that day

"That was bad...other parents make it look easy...this is not easy! I'm such a looser..."-he told himself while rubbing his face as means to wash up his stress-"What am I gonna do tomorrow at the office? I should call in sick...but I can't leave the team behind with my tasks to complete, but the baby...Ugh! What should I do?"-he kept asking himself before finally doze off for a moment when the baby let out a soft whimper followed by a loud cry which made him grunt exhausted

"Daddy is coming..." 



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