yes könig is one of those ppl who waits around at gatherings just to hold the baby
this is also very american im sorry i thought it was cute
König stands awkwardly to the side, picking at some vegetables he's heard three different names for.
He had attempted to eat at more food, but it tasted like oil and pepper and nothing else. He had hoped a beer would help, but Coors tasted like piss and it was somehow already warm. He shifts on his feet, fingernails picking at the wet label on the beer bottle.
He's thinking about leaving, maybe making up some lame excuse that he's sure no one will hear.
Then you walk through the door, and there's a mini-you on your hip. She's a round little girl with a head full of hair done up with cute bows and a pair of Elsa sunglasses perched on her button nose.
There were other kids in attendance, sure. But König doesn't really know any of the people here besides you and he's only seen your baby in pictures and he's smiling so wide he feels like his face is about to split in half.
He probably looks crazy, but he's too focused on how beautiful you look.
He rises from his seat as you start eyeing the food and he calls your name a little louder than he means to.
You turn to him and he's glad for the heat so you can't tell he's so flustered by your gaze.
"Is this- This is the baby, yes?" A muscle in his hand jumps with anxiety and he corrects himself. "Your baby."
You nod and a pang of yearning strikes him as you kiss the girl's temple.
"This is she. She's usually livelier, but I disturbed her nap."
König pokes his bottom lip out in a pout. "Poor thing."
He glances to the lounger he had been occupying a moment ago. It's in a quieter, shaded area.
He watches the way your eyes and light up and he loves the way it makes him feel to make you happy.
"I can take her. While you say hallo and make a plate."
"Would you? I trust her the most with you and I really need to pee." You offer him a sheepish smile.
He nods and your shift the sleeping tot in your arms, holding her out to him.
He takes her in a more experienced hold than you expect, cradling her to his chest. You quite like the scene but you don't wanna make anything weird so you thank him and scurry inside to find the bathroom. If it were anyone else, you'd feel a little worried but you've trusted König with your life on multiple occasions so it'll probably be fine.
You're proven correct a few minutes later when you spot the large Austrian man knocked out on a lounge chair, a pair Else sunglasses folded and hung on the collar of his t-shirt and one of his masks covering the sleeping face of your daughter.
You can't help but wonder if he'd prefer a gold or silver wedding ring.
