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A soft cry awakened the redhead from his sleep. It's been two days and he still feels sore all over but everything is what to be expected. The box is empty, he really wants to move out of the bed to see what's happening. Eric promises to go straight home as soon as he inspect the kitchen of his restaurant, so it's either his husband with their baby or someone steals her but the other option is too absurd to be thinking about.
"Eric?" he calls, shouting a little as hearing the baby crying more loudly than he usually likes it, no response again after he calls for the second time. He glances at the clock and sighed perplexedly, Kyle just fed her for like an hour ago? Handing a newborn was exhausting, really.
With no reply from his husband, he braced himself and got up.
Walking slowly, winching every time he takes a step, refrain himself by gripping the banister more tightly. As Kyle nearing where the voice came from, he can see Eric rocking the baby while singing a lullaby softly in the kitchen aisle. His face hardened and sweat beaded through Eric's brow, pretty much holding himself to not get frustrated because his idea of caring for their baby was not very effective.
"Kyle, Why are you here? Trying to bother father and daughter bonding time?" He scents sour and is shocked upon seeing his omega limping with a shabby appearance. crumpled oversize shirt and beard that apparent since Eric insisted for Kyle to keep it.
"Oh shut up, you already check the diaper?" Eric nodded. She must be still hungry before going to sleep.
Kyle doesn't go to the kitchen aisle where Eric and their daughter were. Instead he moved carefully, limping with each step he'll take, Eric grimaces' sound can be heard clearly. "You should just go back to sleep, I literally can handle her just fine."
"Like your chest has any milk in it?" he scowls, finally reaching to the plump sofa he's always bitching about because Eric bought them in some expensive auction without telling him first, it looks weird from the rest of their furniture. "There's a thing called formula, if you're big brain can still hold the information."
"I've got this maternity leave to care for her and I'm gonna take my precious times very thoroughly." Their daughter is now too tired of her demand that she hiccups in discomfort. He sits slowly like an elderly person would do, appreciating the feeling of how soft the sofa is to his sore body. Maybe he should kiss Eric as a thank you.
"Give her here."
"Yes my almighty Jew prince." Eric cradles her more firmly that now he's walking towards his husband. The baby left to whimper as she gets deposit to his dad. "It's king for you," Kyle smiles.
Kyle rolls up his shirt, far from being ashamed and Eric just didn't smirk well because he learnt the hard way that with Kyle's eyes 'if you touch me in a sexual way it's divorce for you' at the early stage of the lactation.
Kyle mimicked her pouty faces, rocking her softly. She realizes the changes of the person holding her, the scent of warm milk. Letting his daughter clasp her little mouth as she searches blindly for the nipple and nurse. Kyle winces, "what? Did she bite you?"
"Yeah, she likes doing it recently." He read from the internet that babies would do that sometimes even bite off clean if they wanted to, Kyle prays for his daughter to mercy him for this one. Eric and Kyle fall into a pleasant silence, watching their daughter nurse with delight, her little hand clasp and unclasp on her side. Eric heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the remnant of the sweat at his brow with the handkerchief from his back pocket.
Eric runs a very famous restaurant in town with the good quality ingredients that he needs to keep for his business to work. It serves the usual junk food with the main; burgers and fried chicken. Eric actually opened the first restaurant in Denver as a small stall, people keep talking about it. Soon he needed real places for people to eat with many employees to work, then he got to work behind the table as an owner. He's doing pretty great in the peak of success at age of 35.
Then he met Kyle when he tended to his mom after her appendectomy. From there they are destined to meet accidentally even with how reluctant Kyle is. They finally talk and have regretful drunk sex before the alpha gets back to Denver. The phone call was a surprise, with Kyle asking him to spend his heat that Cartman cheerfully agreed. Later on, he gets back to South Park one weekend per month, like Kyle was his mistress to keep. The wedding was meant to keep the ties more after the mark on their glands, they don't invite people, only from their family that is mostly from Kyle's side. They bought a house together and Cartman built another branch in South Park with the Denver one headed by the manager he hired.
One day Kyle takes a sick leave from the school and starts cussing him out on the phone. Eric first thought it's because he hates how Eric farts while he hugs the omega in his sleep last night. Then two words in a loud voice ringing through his brain, 'I'm pregnant'. Eric talks him down, how Kyle would think about that since it's either the product of the last heat or the hate sex that he didn't want to admit he forgot about condom. Surprisingly for him, Kyle, as stubborn as he is, wants to keep it, more like, excitedly waiting for it. But Eric didn't tell him that or else he gets back to being grumpy all over again. Now the baby is here and Kyle is happier than he ever was.
"Wow, we made this."
Kyle frowned in disbelief, "don't say it like that, weirdo! She is not 'this', She's your daughter, idiot." He raised his voice unconsciously. The baby fuss and whimpering in fright in his arms
"Alright Kyle, glad you can make her upset now." He pointed to the baby, Kyle makes a quiet rocking when she pulls out and has a funny pout, if his phone around Kyle surely needs to snap her reaction first.
"Ohh, bubby, I didn't mean that to you. It's for your loser papa." Kyle rocking her more and finally she gets the clue to feed again.
"She's just like me." Eric grins. Leaning to Kyle's side to see her face clearly.
"She literally got my hair." Kyle defends.
"But I got her eyes too, her witty and don't forget she always defends me, like what she did right now?"
"She just hates loud sounds."
"Yeah, just like me." he exclaimed, proudly stroking her plump cheeks in affection. "I love her."
"Me too," Kyle replied heartily, a warm feeling bubbles up through his chest.
"And me? Do you love me?"
He frowns, staring at his husband stupid faces, a stubble that always forms with that big, big body of his. "Depends."
"Jesus, Kyle, you're the worst." Kyle giggles letting their bickering go down as they watch their infant baby again. She finally fast asleep took off from his nipple smacking her lips satisfied.
She.. Their daughter.. Their baby. She didn't have a name, why does Kyle just remember that now. "She's three days old tomorrow."
"I know right, children nowadays grow faster than us."
"Not that!—" her little face scrunched up from her dad's voice, "Eric, we still need to decide on her name." he insisted but now whispering.
"Ohh, I almost forgot."
"How can you just forget that your daughter doesn't have a name?"
Eric hummed, he was too caught up treating Kyle's needs forgetting that the baby needed actual self sign to live too. "Yes, Kyle, like I said before, Menorah is a good name or we can name her, Kylie."
"No way dude, I'm not naming our daughter my own girl name."
"Then you have a suggestion?"
Kyle thought for a bit, when he was still pregnant with her, he used to call her 'little pea' Eric would tease him especially every time they had a free time together and the baby would demand his attention by kicking her little feet inside. 'Eric, little pea is kicking me again.' But he doesn't know if his daughter will appreciate it if she grows up with little pea as her name. His mom accompanied him in birth as they argued about the name. When the nurse asked what they should write for the certificate from the hospital, she came up with 'Maya'. Eric and Kylie are absolutely upset about her choice though Eric promises to fix that himself once they're safe at home, once they talk about it.
Kyle then remembers the time when he and Ike's girlfriend bought a bunch of baby supplies at the mall, a violet baby shoe with the tag name called Ivy caught his attention. He loves how it sounds and it came from a flower. He bought one, even a little pricey than he expected. He considers the name of it while doing the last report before he takes maternity leave. 'Ivy' he feels the word on his tongue, little pea kicks him in agreement.
"How about Ivy?" he states flatly, trying to not sound anything but hopeful.
"Like a villain?" Eric asks, Kyle frowns, a deep nasty face describes how he felt about Eric's comment. "What villain?"
"You know, in the Batman movie they had a cool green tight costume villain named Poison Ivy, she's cool though, maybe we should name her Harley Quinn then."
"No, I won't name her that."
Eric exhales, staring through the little red patch of hair the baby inherits from his daddy. "Then we should name her Ruby. I love how that sounds."
Kylie thinks distinctly, A crystal? "No, that's stereotypical for her."
"Stereotypical? The fuck you mean?"
"She has red hair and a little red freckle and you want to name her a crystal that has the color of red. I would never."
"Okay mister smarty-pants, Ruby is a beautiful name and Stan would be jealous to not naming his daughter that way." Sometimes he doesn't know why Eric still has this brain damage for thinking people care about him that much.
"Why would we need comparing to Stan, his daughter already three years old." Kyle rolled his eyes in disbelief.
"Uh-huh. Just watch, he would step you aside and told you 'Dude, Ruby is such a beautiful name, I regretting that my daughter doesn't have that name.'" Eric mimicking Stan's voice with a high pitched sound.
Kyle massaging his brows, it best if he doesn't need to explain something like a child to his literal-adult husband. Eric peered in eerie get works to massaging the side of his shoulder. Or maybe interlude the yelling for their daughter's sake who is sleeping peacefully. Kyle let Eric do his work, even offering more of his shoulder to be massaged.
He decided to change Stan' subject because well.. It has the sensitive area where his best friend would occasionally update his states of his life and Kyle never told a single word about him and Eric. "Do you think Maya is a good name? Maybe we don't need to change what my mom gives."
"Your mom came up with the first name that came to her mind. She might have picked that from a janitor she passed by. She's a bitch, I want our baby's name from ourself not her."
"Cartman, she's not a bitch!"
Kyle's temper rises but decides not to lunge at his husband as their baby is sleeping soundly. Kyle swatted Eric's hand away, annoyed. There is an unlisted agreement for how Kyle finally called Cartman as Eric. Eric feels irritated at first since none of his friends grew up with him never called him that way, unless of course, Butters. But then Kyle screams his name when they had sex.. and that's how he's been calling him from now on with occasionally 'Cartman' when he's absolutely angry towards the big guy.
"I say, we should name her Ivy. I am the one who birth my baby so I have full will of that," Kyle declares firmly and clearly.
Eric huffing, defeated with the omegas-card his husband put. "Alright, but her middle name should be Mabel," wiping his glasses with his handkerchief before wear it again.
"Ivy Mabel Broflovski, wow that's cool, I like that. Where do you come up with?" Kyle is trying to feel how it sounds in his tongue. "Ivy Mabel, Ivy Mabel," he murmured.
"It just has a good ringing to it, dumbass. Besides, it's Cartman."
"You said, she can have my surname!"
Eric scoff, "and let my surname die? You have Ike to continue your crap generations well, I don't!"
Kyle wipes his face angrily. This dude literally has a list of family and he's too stupid to remember. He sighs, "It's Broflovski-Cartman then."
"Mhmm, Broflovski-Cartman I love that." They stared into each other, Kyle rolling his eyes but chuckles anyway. Ivy Mabel Broflovski-Cartman. A little long but he kinda likes it. Kyle hopes Ivy doesn't mind it too.
Eric leaned on his side and they kissed softly, Kyle hummed in pleasantly. "I think I'm gonna shave tomorrow." He rubs his beard considering his choice.
"And get rid of this ginger beard you work so hard to grow, nah, I love it."
"I don't want to irritate Ivy's skin when I kiss her." He smiles, acknowledge her as Ivy, his Ivy.
Eric laughs, "Now you've called her with the name you picked up."
"Shut the fuck up."
Eric stands up and stretches a little, Kyle handing Ivy so he can deport her to the baby swing bed near the sofa. His husband carefully handles their daughter as if it was a bomb that would explode if he stumbles a little, well might be.
"I'm so tired, Eric." He slumps to the sofa more, laying all his body to the plump cushion below him.
"Do you want something light? I can make you some porridge," Eric walked to their kitchen area.
"I hate eating porridge and oatmeal and that sick people food, why can you eat your burger everyday and I only eat that shit." His mother would tell him to eat more because he is breastfeeding Ivy but Eric always makes bland food or a porridge since they arrived at home. That's not fair.
"Maybe because you just giving birth,"
"That's why, I should just eat twice as much as you!" He scowls and adds "I want beef stew right now."
"Like right now? We can just order." He asks in confusion, standing in front of the fridge.
"No, I love your cooking, I want you to make it" Kyle admits, he does like Eric's cooking. Everyones does.
"Alright alright, goddamnit!" He sighs dramatically.
"And that," Kyle points to his husband with his finger, "we should stop cussing or Ivy gonna pick that language."
"Sureee, your highness, do you want me to polish your shoes too, since you love to bossing me around" Eric pulls out just the main ingredient from the recipe, too lazy to make.
He rolls his eyes, doesn't want to argue anymore. He watches Ivy fast asleep, her little hands balling in either side of her head. She would definitely be used to how loud her parents talk.
Kyle reaches out his hand and caresses Ivy' stomach, trying to smother the wrinkle of her onesie. "I love you, Eric," he whispers to himself.
"What?" Well, his husband still can hear it.
"You ask me, do I love you. I love you, Eric."
"Sweet, I love you too."