Sebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine Rendezvous

Sebastian x Baby Reader: Valentine Rendezvous  

It was almost midnight and Sebastian Michaelis, the demon Butler of Ciel Phantomhive, sat in quietude within his private chambers. In the darkly furnished room, that he was able to call his own, the demon no longer stood on ceremony- having long since been left to his own devices for the evening. His usual dress coat and shoes had been shucked and all that remained of his uniform was the shirt and pristine sleek black pants.

It was a fact that demon’s rarely needed physical rest, so Sebastian had made no move to sleep, and had opted for his normal silent contemplation. Each night, after his Master and Mistress had retired, the butler would sit at his window, gazing out onto the bleak London nights and think upon his past and present. . .  until he heard it.

It would start as an almost imperceptible whimper; only sought out by his ears alone. Then as the minutes would creep by, the sound would grow to a soft little wail and Sebastian would rise from his chair and stalk through the halls of the Phantomhive Manor to deal with the problem. With shoeless feet he would stride, every night like clockwork, from the servant’s quarters past his Master’s bedroom, towards the nursery- an amused light shining from his wine colored eyes as he found his Master’s daughter wide awake and crying.

(F/n) Phantomhive, the eight-month old daughter of Ciel and Elizabeth, was a night owl. And every night, long after her parents were taken by slumber, she would awaken in a teary gale in the dark. And every night, Sebastian would find her reaching out to him from her crib; anxious for him to pick her up so their nightly ritual could begin. Tonight was no exception. Though Sebastian had done something he’d never done before, surprising both (F/n) and himself. For instead of waiting for the babe to cry for him, he had merely scooped her up as the stars had risen and taken her with him. Now as they sat within his room, the little girl finally woke, her (e/c) colored eyes growing wide as she realized that her Butler was already holding her. With a chubby hand, the Phantomhive heir reached for his face, happiness spreading across her dimpled features as her nose scrunched in a silent giggle. It would seem that her usual grogginess was forgotten in the moment of surprise, for her eyes were as bright as if it was daytime.

How very strange, Sebastian thought as he let the child pat his face. I would never have believed that a human child would ever be eager to greet me. . . and yet this little one shows no fear. . . Much like her father, when we met so long ago. . .

“Good morning, little one,” he welcomed softly, as she cooed contentedly. “I trust you are well?”

She didn’t reply in words, but the large, slobbery smile she graced him with her two little teeth was more than answer enough, and he let his gloveless hand gently run over her peachy little cheeks and chin. This made her giggle again, before she sat up in the butler’s lap and began to jabber at him. It was a string of pure noise and nonsense, but Sebastian listened to it patiently and spoke accordingly when she looked at him expectantly.

“Of course, my lady. I wouldn’t dream of leaving you in your gilded prison.” He assured her. “Especially when we both know that you’d have awoken in a few hours, begging to be rescued.”

“Ahhhhmmmm!” She nodded at him, as if she could understand, before she began to bounce making him raise his hands to support her so she wouldn’t tumble from his lap.

“My lady knows what day it is, does she not,” he chuckled as the tyke continued her bouncing.

“Gahhhhh!”

“Seeing as your parents have left for the holiday, I figured we could enjoy the lapse in our schedule,” Sebastian explained with an unreadable twinkle in his claret eyes. “Valentine’s Day is meant for those close to you. Or so I’ve been told.”

(F/n) stopped bouncing to stare at him, her little hands resting on his chest as she stood up on his legs and looked him straight in the eye. For a long moment she was still before she slowly raised her little chubby hands on either side of his face and leaned forward. Sebastian chuckled again as he brushed his nose against the child’s, noticing the adoring look her little features held with some mild amazement.

It was true that Demons were heartless creatures, but somehow the little Phantomhive had melted what little he might have had. Since the moment of her birth, Sebastian had cared and watched over her, and despite her obvious love for her parents, it was clear that the little girl was attached to him too. . . It was a ridiculous thought, to say the least- but it didn’t stop her from giving him that trusting little grin or crying for him when she was afraid or in need of a diaper change. And somehow Sebastian found that he didn’t mind her dependence as much as he thought he would.

“Happy Valentine's Day, Young Mistress,” he crooned as the clock chimed 12, marking the 14th of February.

“Daaa,” (F/n) said as she leaned further in, kissing her butler with a slobbery little mouth.

Sebastian nuzzled her back, before chiding gently, “Beware, little one. Your father is the only one who has claim to that title. He will be very upset if he hears you granting it to a simple butler.”

“Da-da~!” (F/n) crowed, ignoring his warning with the sweet innocence that Sebastian had come to know her by. “Da-da, Da-da~!”

Sebastian gave her a genuine smile as he kissed her soft forehead and brought her closer into the crook of his arm.

“Come now, my Mistress, you must get some more rest if you wish to enjoy the day.”

“Da?”

“I shan't go anywhere, little one, you have my word,” he vowed, as he wrapped her blanket securely around her and began to rock her in the chair that sat next to his bedroom window. “So sleep to your contentment. I shall be here when you awaken.”

(F/n) continued to stare at him for a long moment, before her little eyelids began to droop. And with each rock of the chair she drew closer to slumber. Until at last, she was lost to the world, a tranquil expression spread across her dimpled, baby face.

Sebastian Michaelis watched her peacefully as the minutes ticked into hours; rocking to the soft beating of her heart. Knowing that his own hollowed out one would have surely beat along with hers, if it had still been whole.

“You are quite the charmer, young mistress,” he complimented in a whisper as his wine colored eyes glowed humorously in the darkness. “Though I would expect no less from a Phantomhive.”