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Jun 30, 2017

Dauntless: Daddy Dearest (Part 7)

Eric x OC

Warnings: Language, almost smut, children

I strode forward, dust clinging to my uniform, knowing I looked like shit. The cut on my face itched as it healed, and my boots were caked in mud as I took the stairs three at a time. I was in a hurry, I had to get to Camille and our kid --- I was running late.

The convoy had taken too long to get here.

Camille would think I wouldn't be there!

I shoved past a few Dauntless gathered at the bottom of the stairs, knowing I had to look crazy as I did my best to move quickly. My body ached after the last few days, the fight with the factionless catching up with me. I hadn't waited for anyone else, I'd jumped out of the trucks before they had even stopped rolling.

I had to get to Camille.

I knew I got some crazy glances, but I didn't give a shit. I took the next set of stairs, the next bridge above the Pit --- five more minutes as I was opening the door of my apartment, nervously glancing at the clock above the wall as I stepped inside.

The lights were still on, and --- it smelled like home. I could smell the baby powder, I could see the carrier on the table, the stupid blue bag with everything the kid needed shoved in it. The coffee pot was still percolating, a white cup set in front of it.

"Camille?" I called, shutting the door loudly behind me as I stepped forward. Was she still here? Was I too late? Where was she? Where was the baby ---?

"Eric?" Camille sounded startled, and I turned, seeing her step out of the baby's room, blinking. Her hair was in a half bun on the back of her head, the rest of it collapsing forward to frame that beautiful face I'd been missing. She looked tired, black rings beneath dark eyes, a baby bottle held in her hand.

"Camille." I went to her immediately, clasping her face between my hands as I kissed her. I felt her surprise as my lips met her own, as I kissed her like I would never see her again. I felt her hand curve around the back of my neck after a moment, and finally she relaxed, returning my kiss.

"Hello to you too," she said breathlessly as she finally pulled back, blinking again. "When did you get ---?"

"Back? Just now." My eyes flicked into the nursery, seeing Kai was still in his cradle. He was making gurgling sounds, just loud enough for me to hear. "I tried to hurry, I wanted to take him to daycare ---."

"He doesn't go until tomorrow, Eric," Camille almost looked amused, her arms weaving their way around my neck. "You're a day early, you know that, right?"

"I am?" Was I?

"Yes." Her eyes scanned my face, taking in the dirt smeared across my cheek, the cut. Her brows furrowed, and she finally took a step back, looking me over. "What happened? I thought the op was going to be easy."

"Nothing is ever easy when factionless are involved," I grunted, running a hand through my short hair. I needed a shower, I knew I smelled like dust and oil. "They attacked trying to steal some supplies, but it was handled."

"You look rough."

"So do you."

She frowned at me, her hands going down to her hips. "You try handling a one month old all by yourself. He screams constantly, he just own't stop. I feel like I haven't slept in days." She groaned, looking down at the bottle in her hand. "You're not leaving again, are you?"

"I don't plan on it." I stepped away from her, just to the door of the nursery. I didn't want to track anymore dirt through the apartment, especially in the baby's room. I gazed at him, seeing his eyes were open as he looked around, and he was flexing his fingers, blowing those ridiculous spit bubbles again. "He seems fine right now."

"He should sleep any minute, I just fed him." Camille crossed her arms. "He usually naps until noon."

So he's on a routine now?

"Are you okay?" I asked after a moment, turning to look at the mother of my child. "Have you been okay ---?"

"Eric, I'm fine, just tired." She frowned at me. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, I just... missed you, I guess." I muttered, crossing my arms as I leaned back against the doorway. I was just worried about her, all the shit with Max was starting to make me paranoid. I was going to tell her about it, I didn't want her to be off guard in case something happened.

She softened a little at my words, reaching up to brush a thumb across my cheek. "You know I'm always right here, Eric. I mean, you kind of made sure I couldn't go anywhere when you made me pregnant."

"That was an accident." I turned my face, kissing her palm.

"Yeah, sure it was. You just wanted to make sure I didn't go anywhere." She teased me, and I couldn't help but smile, my tense shoulders finally relaxing.

Yeah, sure.

"I need a shower," I said after a moment. "Give me fifteen minutes?"

"Sure."

~~~~~~~~

My fingers dug into Camille's waist as I pulled her to me, my lips fighting for dominance over hers. She kissed me back hungrily, arching her smaller body into mine as I pressed her into the wall, teeth tugging at her lower lip.

I was just out of the shower, my skin was still damp, my hair clinging to my face. I only had a white towel around my waist, and already it was becoming a nuisance.

I wanted Camille, I wanted her body underneath mine. I wanted her crying out in pleasure as we fucked, her nails dragging down my back like old times.

I wanted it now.

I turned abruptly, taking her with me. Her eyes flashed open in surprise second before we were tumbling back onto the bed, my lips on her skin once more. I sucked on her throat, feeling her fingers wind their way into my hair as I made sure to leave little red marks against her skin. My hand trailed down to her thigh, curling my fingers around it as I lifted it to my hip, allowing me to slip between them.

I was impatient, I'd admit that.

It had been too long, and I wanted her.

If she told me to stop, I would. I would fling myself out the window and put an end to my misery, I couldn't stand this any longer!

I ground my hips into hers, feeling her nails rake against my scalp as I nipped at her throat. I let my hands roam to the button of her jeans, popping it open in seconds. I leaned up reluctantly, my eyes flicking to her as I tugged at the hem of them. She merely lifted her hips, allowing me to wiggle them down her thighs, the material clinging to her skin.

I tossed the bottom half of her clothing out of my way, urging her to sit up so I could take care of the top half. She hesitated a moment before lifting her arms, letting me pull her t shirt off. I figured she was probably a little self-conscious, considering she'd had a baby not too long ago. Her stomach wasn't quite as flat, her breasts had definitely gone up a cup size, but none of that mattered.

She could look like a balloon and I would still love her.

I kissed her forcefully, my tongue parting her lips and immediately demanding of hers. I ran my hands down her chest, cupping her sensitive breasts and making her moan. I gently squeezed them, feeling how fully they filled my hands now, wondering how she would react when I had them beneath my tongue.

She seemed just as eager for this as I was, her nails skimming my shoulders, fingers tugging roughly at my hair. I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't want to be too rough with her, even now I was trying not to push too much. I didn't want another kid right now, I didn't want for either of us to go through another nine months of that, so I had a condom at the ready this time.

We weren't going to fuck up like that again.

I pushed on her shoulders, forcing her back against the bedsheets as I crawled over her once more. I felt the towel fall from my hips, my cock finally free of the itchy material. I pecked at Camille's lips before I drew lower down her body, feathering her collarbone with wet kisses, moving down to the swell of her breasts.

"Eric, wait ---."

I paused instantly, my lips hovering above her skin as I looked up.

Camille looked embarrassed, and after a moment she sat up, forcing me to do so as well.

Did she not want too? It's like my heart sank into my stomach.

"Are you not up for it yet?" I asked hesitantly, lifting my hands from her body. I mean, she did just have a baby, but that was over a month ago, and I thought after so long she could start having sex again.

"I --- well, I want too," she says hastily, her hand rising to brush at my hair. "I just... I don't ---."

"It's fine," I said after a moment, lying through my teeth. My cock was already literally throbbing, ready to go, and she was telling me to stop.

Great.

"I'm sorry," She muttered after a moment, her cheeks flaring red as she looked away. "I just... I can't."

"It's alright, Camille." I reached forward, curling my fingers beneath her chin and causing her to look up. "You just had a baby, your body has to adjust. I get it."

Uh oh.

I watched as tears suddenly welled in her eyes, a miserable look overcoming her face as she curled her knees to her chest, turning away from me completely. I look at her, startled, completely unsure what I was supposed to be doing --- did I say something?

"Camille, what's ---?"

"You're never going to want me again!" She suddenly wept, her hands rising to wipe at her eyes. "I know it's been forever, and I'm so, so sorry, I just, I just ---."

She just cried.

Uh.

Well.

Hmm.

This definitely wasn't a Camille thing, she never cried.

I leaned back on my knees, at a loss for what to do. Here we were, both completely naked, in our bed, and she was curled up in the fetal position crying because she wanted to have sex but didn't want too?

Well, the mood was ruined anyway, so she didn't have to worry about it.

"Camille, baby, it's fine," I cooed, reaching hesitantly for her. She didn't shy away from me as I curled my arm around her shoulder, dragging her into the curve of my arms so I was holding her. "It's fine. We don't have to have sex right now."

"But you want too."

"I always want to fuck, that's nothing new." I brushed my fingers through her tangled black hair. "I can wait."

Or throw myself out a window.

"I'm sorry," She whispered again, snuggling back into me. "I just... I hurt."

"You hurt?" What did she mean? Was something wrong? Was she supposed to still be hurting? Should she go to the infirmary ---?

"My stupid breasts weigh as much as watermelons," she sniffled, shivering slightly in the cool air. "And they hurt, they're sore, and Kai sucks as hard you do on them."

I almost snorted at that, but bit my lip, pressing my face into her hair.

Oh.

"Well, you don't have to breastfeed forever. You're already doing the bottle thing, right?"

"Yeah." She sniffed, and I reached forward, dragging at the blankets until she was covered, letting the cool air brush at my back. "He doesn't like it though."

"Well, who would like giving up a nice pair of breasts for a bottle?" I said after a moment, nuzzling her. "I would be fussy about it too."

She just sighed.

So, I guessed sex was still off the table for me. I'd been so hopeful that when I got back, everything could return to normal. Sure, we'd had a screaming loaf in the other room, but we could still fuck, still get our frustrations out for the day.

Guess not.

Mel briefly crossed my mind, but I'd already shut that door forever. I'd told her no, shoved her off into the floor, and she'd stormed off in a tizzy. I just couldn't stomach the thought of being with anyone other than Camille, of betraying her like that. She meant too much to me, and just the thought of it made my stomach twist with guilt for something I hadn't even done.

"Your breasts look great, though," I said after a moment, trying to ignore the fact I was still hard. That would go away after a few more minutes, or I'd have to go take a shower and deal with it myself. Either way, something had to happen.

"Thanks." Camille didn't sound impressed with the compliment. "I hate this. I hate that everything is so fucked up right now."

"It's not fucked up, this is what everyone goes through."

"Well, everyone else can shove it up their ass, I don't like it." She muttered, pressing her cold nose into my neck. "I want to fuck again, and I want my breasts to stop hurting, and I want a decent nights sleep where I don't have to get up fifteen times because I'm afraid he might roll the wrong way and ---."

"Everything is going to be fine," I pressed my lips against her temple, holding her closer. "Stop panicking, he'll be grown up and we can kick him out before you know it."

"Eric!"

She was hissing at me again.

"See? You're already getting that condescending tone, everything is going back to normal." I teased, earning a pinch to my bicep and a reluctant smile.

Sure, the moment wasn't sexy anymore, and this whole after-birth baby thing really sucked, and I was so horny I was sorely tempted to really toss myself out that window and end it --- I'd fought factionless to get back here, though, and I didn't want to waste all that effort.

I'd just... deal with it.

The best I could.

Until... well, maybe I'd come home and she'd just jump my bones, that would be great. I always enjoyed surprise sex from her, especially when I didn't expect it.

Maybe waiting would make it so much better?

~~~~~~~~

"Don't forget his blanket!"

"I got it."

"And here's his extra bottles --- make sure to remind them to feed him with this, he's allergic to the other milk!"

"Uh, okay."

"And here --- he can't sleep without this dumb bear," Camille shoved the teddy bear into my arms, and I frowned, glancing down at it.

What the fuck did he need all this stuff for?

I looked down at the baby where he sat in his carrier, big blue eyes taking everything in as he looked around. He still couldn't do much, just wave his hands occasionally, but that was about it. Camille had mentioned he's starting to lift his head a bit, so I guessed that was a good sign?

Hell if I knew anything about babies.

"Camille, you're freaking out. He's just going to daycare so you can get some rest."

"I know," She bit her lower lip, staring at our son. "But what if they're mean to him?"

"That's why I'm taking him, remember?" I squeezed her shoulder with my hand. "He'll be fine."

"But will he?" She glanced up at me nervously. "What if he starts crying, and he needs me, and ---?"

"Camille, baby, he's one month old. Right now all he needs is a diaper change."

She glared at me, her hands going to her hips. "Eric, this is serious."

I rolled my eyes, setting the dumb bear in the baby carrier where Kai could hold it between his tiny fingers; he had a pacifier in, so he wasn't screaming like usual. Once we got out of here and Camille took a nap, she'd be fine; right now, she was on the warpath.

"He's only going for a few hours, he'll be fine. I'll check up on him during lunch, and I'll pick him up after work --- and no, I won't be late tonight. Max has a replacement for the armory anyway, they don't need me in there, I'm just supervising for today. You just... go relax or something." I took both of her shoulders beneath my hands, making sure not to show cowardice and break eye contact. "See Tori, take a nap, a long bath --- whatever you want to do today."

She chewed her lower lip. "A long bath would be nice, I guess."

"Exactly. So you let me take care of little man, and you relax. And no going to the daycare to check on him either," I warned her. "You'll be breaking the rules."

"What rules?" She scoffed, pulling away from me and looking down at our curly-haired kid.

"The ones I just made about you not going to check on him. It's bad enough I have to look like a bitch with his fluffy bag," I teased, gesturing at the baby bag with all the toys and bottles peeking out of it. "I don't need you going behind me acting like I wasn't good enough to drop off a baby."

She rolled her eyes at me. "You're being an asshole."

"It's what I'm good at. Now, let's not worry about this." I brushed her hair behind her ear. "I'm taking him to daycare, you're going to nap and do whatever else you wanna do. The choosing ceremony is soon, so you're going to have a new batch of initiates to scream and take your frustration out at. I know you're excited about it."

"A little," She muttered, crossing her arms. "It'll be nice to get back out there, though. I didn't get much time with the last batch, and look how shitty Four and the others trained them; those morons can't even take apart a gun."

"You're the best trainer we have," I assured, kissing her temple as I slung the baby bag over my shoulder. "Without you, we all crumble."

"Again, being an asshole." She scowled as I slipped my arm beneath the carrier handle, lifting Kai up. He blew a bubble at me, spit rolling down his pale chin.

Intimidating.

He would show all the other newborns who's boss.

~~~~~~~

I frowned as I stepped into the small daycare center in the Pit, immediately assaulted with the scent of disgusting children and their screams. My scowl merely increased when I saw how frantic the woman inside was, trying to gather all the little Dauntless born together so she could do a roll call.

This didn't look promising.

I could run a daycare better then this bullshit.

The front room of the center was a mess, the walls a depressing, dirty yellow with some old posters clinging to them. There were toys already spread about the room, some round bean bags tossed in the corners. Cubbies were full of the kids junk, and I could see a row of knocked over books on top of it.

Huh.

I glanced at Kai, seeing him wave at me with those little curled fingers. I couldn't exactly say the kid was excited, I knew I certainly wasn't. Maybe sending him to daycare this early was premature, and we should wait.

"Oh, hello --- Eric." Someone choked as they said my name, and I turned, my expression still sour as I faced the man near me. I couldn't remember his name, but I'd seen him around; I was fairly sure he was in my initiate class, anyway.

Was he part of this ridiculous daycare?

"I'm here to drop my kid off," I muttered, twitching as a child began to scream in the background. I glanced at Kai, but he didn't seem bothered, just kept blowing little bubbles. That was apparently his favorite thing to do these days.

"Oh. Okay." The man hesitated, dressed in the casual black clothes so many wore on their day off. He was standing by a counter, covered in a chaotic mess of papers.

Was any of this organized?

"Well, what's his name? We'd heard Camille finally had the baby, so a late congratulations is in order," the man said briskly, gathering some papers together and trying to get some order. "Our normal teacher is out today, and Gabrielle is..." he looked at her in dismay, "new."

She looked ready to cry as the screaming children ran circles around her, throwing multi-colored blocks in the air, attacking each other like wild animals.

"Kai." I said after a moment, stiff; I was starting to think this was a bad idea. "Kaiden."

"Right. He's about a month, right?" The man was scribbling on a piece of paper --- did they not even have computers in here? I had a fucking fragile baby, and I was going to leave him in this chaos? He might be Dauntless, but right now he couldn't punch anyone in the face, I was going to still have to do it for him.

This wasn't going to work.

I was taking him home.

About the time I started to tell the man to go fuck off, I heard a shriek, causing both of us to turn and stare. The woman, Gabrielle, was bent over, two children roughly pulling on the long brown braids she'd had running down her shoulders.

That's enough.

This was ridiculous!

"Watch him," I snapped, suddenly sitting my son up on the counter, the man immediately grabbing the carrier with a pale face.

I turned in irritation, striding forward to where the two black haired boys were tugging the poor girl around, much to the giggles of the other children.

I was about to teach all of them a thing about respect; I wasn't their parents, so I didn't give two shits about these little fucks. The only kid I cared about was mine, and if this was the disorderly environment he was going to be exposed too, I would have this place burnt to the ground and the rebuilt under much better supervision.

I grabbed the two punks by the back of their t shirts, easily lifting them both off the ground with yelps. They both gasped as they dangled a few feet above the floor, their little arms flailing in their black sleeves, and the room grew ominously quiet as the other kids stared with wide eyes.

"That," I said, "is not way to treat your teacher."

I was tempted to shake them for effect, but I did have some restraint. The girl immediately backed away, tears in her eyes as she reached for her hair. She was just a kid, maybe graduated just last year from the initiation. She probably had no idea what to do, and she wasn't exactly garnering the respect of this hellions.

Kai wasn't going to stay here in this chaos.

"Do you know what happens to soldiers in Dauntless who disobey their superiors?" I asked, turning both the dangling children so they were looking up at me; they didn't weigh much, they were probably only six or seven, and I wondered if their parents knew what bastards they were. They should be in school soon enough, begin their regular teachings, and they couldn't go in acting like animals; we were Dauntless, we had a reputation to uphold, and this wasn't going to cut it.

Both boys eyes were wide, and they were twins from the looks of it. Their faces were turning red, so I knew the collar of their shirts were becoming uncomfortable for them.

I hated children.

I turned, tossing both children down onto the gray bean bags I saw in the corner. They sailed a few feet before crashing into the soft material, their eyes becoming the sizes of saucers.

"Those who cannot follow orders in Dauntless, do not stay in Dauntless. You keep up this behavior, you'll be turned factionless." I snapped, crossing my arms across my chest. "Is that what all of you want? To leave your families, be forced out in disgrace where you live on the street and starve?" I bark, hoping to hold all of their attention.

Ahh, blessed silence.

I glanced around, but none of the children were offering me any lip, so that was a plus. The mood I was in, I'd probably shove them all into the chasm and tell their parents just to have another one, and do better this time.

"All of you, line up," I snapped, my voice thundering through the rather small, disorderly room. "Up against the wall, tallest to shortest."

The children didn't immediately move, but when I glowered, they scrambled.

Heh.

I wished my soldiers did this, it would be much more entertaining.

I waited, watching as the kids muttered and shoved at each other, trying to find the right place in line. I made my way back to the counter where the man and the crying girl stood, the man still clutching Kai's carrier.

"You have to remind them they're soldiers to be, you can't let them run around like that," I said casually as I leaned against the counter, seeing the paperwork I needed to fill out. "Is it always like this?"

"N-not when Margaret is here." The man stuttered, flushing a deep red. "She handles them much better then us. We're still in training."

He is?

Well, whatever. From the looks of him, he should already know his place.

"I'm not going to leave my son somewhere that I'm not sure of his safety," I said, my hand going to the carrier. "If you can't control this pack of rats, you shouldn't be here. You either instill fear or respect from them, there is no in between."

"They're little devils," the girl finally muttered, a dark scowl on her face as she brushed her hair over her shoulders. "They should all be shot."

"Gabrielle!" The man hissed, immediately sending me an apologetic look; ah, she must not know who I was. She had no idea that I was in leadership, that I was the right hand to Max --- of course I would be bringing this to his attention as well.

"Are there just two of you taking care of all these children?"

"Other volunteers come in later throughout the day. The children are always rambunctious in the mornings." The man explained.

I glanced over, narrowing my eyes as I saw the two boys shoving at each other, trying to knock the other out of line.

"Knock it off!" I snarled, and immediately they both went still, shoulders tensing. I glanced at Kai, reaching forward to shuffle his blanket a little higher on him, feeling his little hand wrap around my finger when I got close enough. Camille must yell a lot around him, because he certainly wasn't phased.

"Can you handle them and my kid too?" I asked, completely serious as I looked between the two of them. "If I come back and even one hair is out of place ---."

"Your son will be perfectly safe with us, I assure you, Eric," the man burst hastily, waving his hands in a placating manner. "Everything is fine here! We're just --- understaffed."

Ahuh.

"I'll be back at lunch to check on him." I said, gently tugging my finger out of his grip. His brows furrowed, but he didn't immediately begin screaming. "I assume this place will be in much better working order by then."

Or else.

I didn't say it, but it was out there, and the man was muttering apologies and affirmations at me as I finished filling out the paperwork for Kai.

I hoped this wasn't a mistake.

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