Red colored orbs snapped open at the sound of someone banging at his front door. Gilbert groaned, groggily rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he rolled out of bed. Blinking a few times to focus his surroundings, he turned to his clock, which read 2:47 A.M. Gilbert smacked his cheek. "Why me..." Using the bed for support, Gilbert lifted himself up to his feet, heading toward the door.
Swinging it open, Gilbert half muttered to himself. "What do you want..." A small wail at his feet shocked him. He looked down, seeing a small child, looking no more then ten months old. Short (h/c) swept across her smooth cheeks, looking like silk. She stopped crying for a second, opening her eyes. Gilbert gasped: they were the most beautiful shade of (e/c) he had ever seen.
Kneeling down, Gilbert nervously picked up the girl, making her calm down immediately. She looked up at him, crimson hue meeting that hypnotizing (e/c).
In the light pink blanket she was wrapped up in, Gilbert saw a faded envelope sticking out. Adjusting his hold on the girl, who giggled as soon as she was moved, Gilbert took the letter and ripped it open the best he could.
To whom it may concern,
This is my daughter, _________ __________. She is eight months old, her birthdate is (birthdate). She is a very happy girl, and loves to be held and played with. She won't cause you any trouble, I can assure you that.
Please give her a good home, I love her very much and she deserves this.
Gilbert took pity on ________, and the person who wrote the letter, which he assumed was her mother. Doing a quick sweep of his street, Gilbert went back inside, still holding ________ in his arms.
The Prussian man had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Awkwardly, he started bouncing ______ in his arms, as if trying to get her to calm down. She simply giggled and smiled up at him, encouraging him to continue.
Before he knew it, the sun had already risen, and Gilbert felt something nestle in his snow-white hair. "Guten Morgen, Gilbird..." Gilbert tries to stifle a yawn, but with no luck. Gilbird chirped a happy good morning and flew over to the kitchen. ________ was staring at the little bird, mesmerized. Gilbert cracked a smile at her expression, following Gilbird into the kitchen.
Gilbert had gotten his faithful little bird his breakfast, while he was giving _______ some cut up leftover wurst. She ate it happily, still watching Gilbird for any signs of movement. Suddenly, _______ started laughing. Gilbert, who had his face in his hands, shot up, looking straight at the little girl. She was laughing so hard her face had turned red, and it had become silent.
"What are you laughing at, liebling?"
She broke into more laughter when Gilbird started circling around his owners' head. Before he could stop himself, Gilbert started laughing as well. Not his usual 'kesesese,' but a real sincere laugh.
"S-so THAT'S what you were laughing at?! Liebling, you're so funny!"
Gilbird landed on the Prussian's head, making _______ calm down. As soon as she did, however, Gilbird hopped off of Gilbert's hair, fluttering down and landing on ________ chest.
She cooed softly, reaching out and gently grabbing the little bird. Luckily for Gilbert, his loyal pet didn't seem to mind too much.
________ brought Gilbird to her cheek, and started nuzzling him. To Gilbert's shock, the bird started doing the same to ________, rubbing his yellow feathers against her cheek. Gilbert felt tears sting in his eyes as he watched. His little bird and his new... Daughter. Yes, that sounded perfect, snuggled together.
Soon, _______ fell asleep like that, Gilbird jumping out of her hands and crawling under her chin.
Gilbert smiled widely, picking up _______ again, Gilbird quickly hopping back onto his owners' head.
Deciding that they both needed more sleep, Gilbert trudged back to his room, placing _______ underneath the covers. He put Gilbird in a little pillow beside on his bed stand, and slowly got into the bed with ________. He placed a hand protectively over her small form, kissing her temple kindly.
"Schlaf gut, meine tochter."