A Ko-fi reward for Anonymous who requested Genji setting newborn Valentine down for a nap. Thanks for the hot cocoa, doll!
Gency. Gency Fanbaby. Drabble. Fluff.
Their home in Zürich has become one of the many roots Genji anchors himself to and uses to stand tall against fierce winds. Of course, the building itself is humble, and lacks meaning without what lies inside. His and Mercy’s bedroom. The kitchen that they cook meals in, or dance slowly around at a late hour. Now, the nursery holds one of the most precious things to ever touch his life.
In their living room, Genji holds their newborn daughter. His large hands make her all the more small as she lies upon his chest. Mercy smiles. Her legs curl underneath her on the couch as one arm props up her cheek. Blue eyes trail gently over Genji and their daughter, like a miniature waterfall.
Lowering his chin, Genji marvels at how Valentine’s head rests directly over his heart. Despite the metallic parts working as his body, she takes no grievance. Mercy has joked before that the quiet, working sounds within him are a perfect lullaby. Cupping the newborn’s back, with one hand supporting her diapered bum, Valentine sleeps gently in her father’s hold.
“It’s about time she takes a nap,” Mercy murmurs. The gentle rise and fall of her daughter’s breathing calms her.
Soft, downy like hair upon the infant’s head juts upwards in spikes. After being fed, it was only a matter of making her comfortable. Her weight, a contrast of both heavy and light, eases Genji to no end. Tiny fingers clench and curl over his gray t-shirt before settling once more.
“I’m afraid to disturb her if I get up now,” Genji confesses in a quiet chuckle. A soft, concealed laugh escapes Mercy’s lips. Meeting gazes, they both shine at the gift they’ve created. A physical embodiment of their love.
“Don’t be afraid, liebling,” she says softly. “I know you’d hold her for two hours and not move a muscle if needed, but she has to learn to sleep without one of us being constantly with her.”
Genji hums, before stopping himself at the rumble that it creates in his chest. Valentine doesn’t stir. If anything, a content sigh escapes her toothless mouth. A glimpse of her blue eyes, given by her mother, doesn’t appear. She’s in a deep sleep. Genji releases a slow, even breath.
“Okay,” he murmurs. As Mercy begins to stand, Genji quickly adds, “I’ll lay her down. It will be just a moment.”
Settling back against the couch, her cheekbones emit warmth that threatens to melt his soul. In the true nature of a ninja, Genji gets to his feet seamlessly, and without a noise. Holding the precious bundle of his daughter safely to his chest, he walks in gentle strides to the nursery.
Pink blankets and teddy bears await in the crib. Freeing one hand to pull back Valentine’s first blanket, he becomes still. His heart beats quietly for his newborn. As if the softest strings of a lullaby, Valentine sleeps against him. Her mind already knows what is safe, and who will protect her for all of her days.
Genji kisses the soft, duckling like hair upon her head. Gently, like snowfall, his hands lower her into the crib. She squirms only once before settling down. Breathing in deeply, the baby becomes still.
“Sleep well, taka,” he murmurs before silently leaving his newborn to her dreams.
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