(Baby daddy) France X Reader: Your precious baby.

Francis was so happy with his baby in his arms. He leaned back in the rocking chair with his little bébé in his arms. His finger trailed across the little infants face as she, or otherwise know as Amiee, let out a giggle. Francis rocked back and forth in the rocking chair.

( bébé : Baby)

Amiee was Francis and (Your name)'s child. She was beautiful; she had Francis' face and had Francis' dazzling eyes, but Aimee had your beautiful (Hair color) hair which Francis loves. Francis loved everything about his baby, his gift.

Aimee wasn't very old, 10 months, but Francis could already tell so much about her. Mostly because he would always, at every chance, be stuck at her side.

You noticed that Francis did this because you would often watch him. In fact you were against the door frame, watching with a warm smile. You loved the fact he loved your little angel as much as you did. “It seems,” You thought, “He has changed so much after she was born.”

Your thoughts were very correct in many others eyes as well. He pals, Spain and Prussia, noticed he was not as reckless as he was before. They didn't really mind it thought, considering that they once had a baby as well.
England, a man you couldn't really say was either his friend or enemy, even noticed the change. After Aimee was born, he seemed a bit more mature in a way. Although there were times when he wasn't.

You snapped out of your thoughts and spoke, “Hello.”

Francis jumped a bit before he turned his head to look at you before saying, “Bonjour, mon amour. »
(Hello, my love)

You walked over and sat on the edge of Francis' lap, careful not to hurt Aimee. You stroked Aimee's delicate face before looking at Francis again. He was staring lovingly at you. You cheeks blushed crimson, but still you whispered, “Well, aren't you just the best father?”

“Yes,” He replied softly as he leaned forward,peck your lips. You smiled as you both continued to stare lovingly at your precious little daughter.