#what did you to my baby?! my tiny baby owlbear

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So as soon as I heard about the party, I powered thru and finished BG3

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a star is born

Astarion x Reader

Astarion planted a kiss on your forehead as he held the newborn in his arms. His undead heart swelled with joy staring at the infant; cradled in his arms. Why was he being blessed with such gift of a newborn a family. He didn’t deserve something like this after everything he’s done in his past.

He held in his arms a gift that has been bestowed upon him. He lost his family centuries ago and now, has a new one with his lover. Beginning a new chapter in both their lives, he continued to walk around the room quietly. Letting you rest after the eight hours it took for you to give birth.

Astarion gently rocked the infant in his arms, “Look at you so adorable.” He cooed, gently rubbing the infant’s cheek with his finger. She cooed in response, “Seems you’ve got your daddy’s hair.” He said smiling, looking down at his daughter.

His heart wouldn’t stop swelling with joy, whenever she did something or moved. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take, “My you’re cuter than a owlbear,” He remarked, and he didn’t notice how a faint smile grew across your lips in your sleep.

“I never once thought that I’d end up a father,” He whispered to the infant, and he turned towards you still fast asleep in bed.

Turning back to his daughter he continued, “I wasn’t the best person in my past. I’ve done things now that I regret.” He said to her. He couldn’t help but smile softly as she slowly opened her eyes for the first time, a faint smile growing on her face as she took in her surroundings and looked up at her father.

“I don’t know how this gift of being a father was bestowed upon me despite my past deeds.” He said letting out a sigh, and the baby cooed. He giggled, planting a kiss on his daughter forehead and cooed as he looked down at her smiling joyfully.

“You’re melting my heart little star.” He said cooing, as he waved a finger in front of his daughter face. She grabbed it with her tiny hand, he froze seeing how small her hand was around his finger.

His voice cracked as tears brimmed his eyes, “Such a beautiful gift you’re my little one.” He said to her.

“My little Estel,” He whispered, as he sat in the chair beside your bed. Waiting for you to wake up as he cradled his daughter in his arms. Excited for what was next.