RomanoXReader: We missed you
I'm trying to get over my writer's block, so hopefully this short One-shot helped.
Why did he have to leave? That damn World Meeting never got anything done other then bring all the nations together, just so they could fight. He wouldn't be back till 1 AM tomorrow, and it was 8 AM in the morning. Normally you wouldn't be so mad or upset, but this was the first time your husband, Romano, had to leave for a meeting that would leave you alone with his/yours 3 month old daughter for almost a day. Most of the time you were doing all the work to take care of the child, but you woke up to the sound of her crying and no matter what you did – Changing diaper, feeding, napping or walking about the house with her on your shoulder- she would NOT stop.
“Flavia Lazzara Vargas.” you sighed, your daughter in your arms as you sat back down on the couch. “What is the matter?”
Of course, little Flavia continued to cry. It pained you to hear her, and the sight of her unhappy face made it worse. Her crying made you feel like the worst mother ever, noting the fact that nothing you did made her stop. In all this crying, Flavia had to take a deep breath, however it sounded like she was having trouble breathing. You sat her up on your leg, holding her up with one hand and lightly patter her back with the other.
“Breath.” You whispered.
The patting-her-back thing doesn’t really help, its just the only thing you can do. Flavia gets her breath back on her own and continues crying. Getting another idea, you pulled over a small crib-like-chair that was used for babies. You could put her in there and press a button and it would lightly rock her back and forth. Doing so, you then sat down on the floor next to her and grabbed a stuffed animal. It was a Pinkie-Pie plushie. Not only was it really cute and fluffy, but it was a gift from Uncle Veneziano.
Holding the plushie, you lightly moved it around in front of Flavia, pretending to make the pony sing soft songs and nuzzle into the little girl's arms or belly. Normally, this would back Flavia smile, and even stick her tongue out which was insanely cute, but it did nothing to take away her crying.
“Come on, Flavia.” You sighed. “I'm trying everything.”
Flavia continued to cry.
You picked up the girl and walked in circles around the house, even going up the stairs. You had her against your shoulder and you lightly moved your shoulders up and down to create that bouncing feeling that babies strangely loved. It didn't help, and the 3-month-old dug her head into your shoulder, crying. One of her little hands reached out and found your hair, holding onto it. Flavia didn't pull your hair, but if you turned, she wouldn't let it go.
Looking down at your child, you still felt horrible. Was there something she needed that you were forgetting? Other then food, diaper, sleep, and attention, there was nothing else she needed at this age. You had provided all of them, but Flavia took none of it.
“Oh Flavia...” Sighing, you looked over at the clock. It was almost 9AM, and about time for Flavia to actually eat something.
Shaking the bottle of warm formula, you walked back into the living room and sat down on the couch, in front of the small crib-like-chair that held crying Flavia. You picked her up and held her in your arms, tucking a burp-cloth where you could reach it and taking the bottle of formula, putting it to the crying baby's mouth. Flavia, after a few seconds of ignoring it, realized what it was and took the tip of the bottle into her mouth, sucking on it so that the warm formula came out of the bottle. Watching her, a smile appeared on your face as you realized she. Stopped. Crying.
Gratefully, this was the type of bottle that you didn't have to tip up to make sure she didn't drown, so you could put your mind to other things as you watched her. Every once in a while, some formula would drip from her mouth and you'd have take the bottle away to clean it up, but you gave the bottle back before she could start crying.
The bottle was almost empty when Flavia was about done. You could tell because she stopped sucking on the bottle and it looked like she was rather concerned with something. You took the bottle away and placed it to the side, then you moved Flavia so that she was against your shoulder, the burp-cloth under her face. You lightly patted her back, waiting for the baby to burp. Sooner or later, she did, and my god, her burp had to be really really loud. The loudest one you've ever heard from her.
You snorted, beginning to laugh. However, your laughing startled her and she started crying again.
“Oh no! No no, please don't cry! I'm sorry, Flavia!” You whimpered, shifting her back into your arms and cradling her. “No no no no nooooo~”
And now the little girl was crying again. Dammit, what did she want!?
The day went on, Flavia's crying almost nonstop. She had two hour-long naps, giving you a break from her crying to eat or see whats on the news. She drank two more bottles of formula in the coarse of the next ten hours, giving you about an hour, hour and a half, of no crying time. Other then that, she would be crying or whimpering, meaning she was about to cry. You felt bad leaving the room, so that meant you couldn't take a shower anytime soon. You weren't going to abandon her just because there was nothing for you to do.
Soon, it was 1AM, about the time Romano should get home. Flavia was in your arms as you sat on the couch, keeping yourself from falling asleep. She was crying, however she would stop to yawn once of twice. She nuzzled her face into your chest, whimpering and crying. You waited from Romano, even second your heart beat was a second Romano could have stepped through the front door. Time was killing you, and your daughter didn't help at all.
On the TV played My Little Pony, because the songs in the show would sometimes help Flavia calm down, however it had been playing over and over for 7 hours, and you were getting sick of it. The main theme song was even haunting your head, playing over and over. You were told my your own parents that you made them watch the SAME THING for HOURS, and they told you the same thing would happen to you, but you never expected how bad it really was. Wait until Flavia is 4 years old, begging you and Romano to watch the same Barbie movie over and over with her. Nobody said parenting was easy.
Suddenly, you heard the front door open, and for a few seconds, you wondered if it was your own imagination. Then you heard footsteps and realized it had to FINALLY be Romano. Standing up, you walked over to the doorway of the room and saw Romano, who looked rather tired himself. Huffing, you handed him the crying child, surprising him.
“Take her!” You cried. “She's been crying ever since you left and I can't get her to stop!”
Romano looked from you to the baby in his arms. He noticed sniffling coming from the baby, but no crying. Little Flavia actually nuzzled her head into her father's arms, Looking as if she was ready for bed.
“I can see her face is red from crying, but she isn't crying right now.” Romano said, looking back at you to see you had tears in your eyes and a frown on your face.
“_____?” He asked.
“You son of a bitch!” You whispered so that Flavia couldn't hear you. “She's been crying for YOU all this time!?”
“_-____!” Romano stuttered, surprised at your language. You never cursed at him.
Then, you rubbed your hand over your eyes, yawning. “I guess she's more of a daddy's little girl anyway.”
You let a small smile on your face as you leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek, making him smile a bit. “And you were so worried that she wouldn't like you.”
“You go and get some sleep.” Romano sighed. “I guess I'll put our little ragazza to bed.”
“Grazie, Roma.” You yawned again and turned around, headed to bed.
Romano watched you walk off. “Ti Amo!” He loudly whispered to you before you walked into another room.
“Hurry up and get to bed! Flavia isn't the only one who missed you!”
...was all he got back in reply.