❝ she likes you. ❞ the words are spoken with a smile, the first genuine you've had in quite some time. your attention is razor - sharp and focused on your daughter, though you know she's in perfectly safe and capable hands. @shotheaven holds ruby in his arms, and her own chubby arms reach up, trying desperately to snatch the glasses off of his face, and cooing with delight when she succeeds, holding the arm of his glasses tight in one tiny fist. ❝ or, she just likes your glasses. hard telling with her, right now. ❞
you have an important question to ask him, or rather — it's a request. one that's been bouncing around in your mind since you first found out you were pregnant, but well... you're busy, and he's a running man. there's never quite enough time, is there? ❝ hey, vash? ❞ ruby makes a sound of triumph as she swings the glasses around, and you reach out and gently tap her on the nose. silver eyes that match your own look at you in confusion and offense, before she goes right back to it.
❝ i was thinking. she doesn't have a godfather yet, and well... i'd be honored if you were to take up that role. ❞ your smile falls, but you will it back into existence. ❝ i don't plan on going anywhere, and she has people here who love her, but... you did a fine job protecting me. i think i want you protecting my daughter, too. ❞