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North's Little Girl: 2

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Christmas morning. The one day a year North could sleep in. 

He planned on throwing a party with his fellow Guardians...and the yetis and elves. He would have it once he was well rested...

..until his blissful sleep was interrupted by loud howling.

"Oh, right," sighed North with a frown.

He forgot the baby was still there. He reluctantly got out of bed, grumbling in Russian, slipping into his slippers and robe. He shuffled towards the baby's cradle, nearly tripping on the elves. Yetis were complaining that it was loud, covering their ears.

"Yes, yes," sighed North. "I know. I take care of it."

He approached the cradle, scooping up the screaming baby. She calmed the moment North picked her up. He looked at the baby as it gurgled and blew spit bubbles.

"You sleep well, little malyshka?" North said.

The baby gurgled some more, looking at her new Dada. Her little toes curled and tiny arms reached to him. North brought the baby towards his shoulder, feeling its arms barely wrap around his neck, patting him. He felt drool on his cheek.

Soon he heard a plop and looked down and saw that the baby's diaper had fallen off. It was huge and soaked. North picked it up with a shrug and tried to put it back on...it fell off again. Cursing in Russian, he struggled to get the diaper back on. He just gave up, leaving it off.

"OK," North said. "Now what?"

He just had no idea. Then out of the blue, the baby began to cry.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked.

The baby just kept screaming. North bounced her in an attempt to calm her, but to no avail. He was stuck. He didn't know what was wrong with the baby. The noise was overwhelming.

Jack Frost was flying overhead, figuring he'd pay North a visit when heard the screams. He landed in the snow and went in, seeing yetis and elves were covering their ears, frowning. He found a struggling North and a wailing baby.

"Hey, Papa," said Jack jokingly. "How's it going?"

"I think...it's broken," said North.

"What did you do last?" Jack said.

North shrugged. "Nothing. Just picked her up and then she started making noise."

Jack shook his head, freezing a passing elf with his staff. "Did you feed her?"

North shook his head. He reached into his pocket and was about to give the child a candy cane.

"Uh, I don't think babies eat candy canes, North," Jack said uneasy.

"What do I feed it then?" the Russian asked.

"Uh well..." Jack said, scratching his mop of snowy hair, trying to think of what babies ate.

Jack had seen mothers feeding babies some kind of mushy food that looked boring. He saw them drink out of bottles.

"Probably soft food...and they do drink milk," he said with a shrug.

"I don't think I have anything soft," North replied.

"C'mon, let's go see," said Jack.

The two Guardians went to the kitchen, looking around for something to feed the baby. Finding a thing of oatmeal, North showed him.

"I guess...that would work," Jack said with a shrug.

North handed the screaming baby to Jack while he prepared the oatmeal. The screams were right in Jack's ear, making him wince. It squirmed and kicked, nearly slipping out of the teenager's arms. The winter spirit bounced the baby, walking around while waiting for the oatmeal to cook. The baby tugged at his hair harshly, making him yowl in pain.

"Alright, is done," said North.

"Uh...I think it's too hot," Jack said, seeing the steam. "Don't want to burn its mouth." He blew on the oatmeal; his cold breath did the trick of cooling it. "All done. Now you can feed it."

"Alright," sighed North.

Jack held the baby so it was sitting in his forearms like it would in a chair. North picked up a wooden spoon and fed the baby, which it opened its mouth hungrily. It spat up some of the oatmeal, making a mess on its clothes.

"I don't think she likes it," said the Guardian of Wonder with a frown.

"Just keep going. Don't give up." Jack encouraged.

Soon the baby ate up all the oatmeal, smiling with a full stomach. Now she was covered in oatmeal on her face and clothes. Jack reached for a towel to clean up. The baby whined and grimaced, wiggling some more.

"There," said Jack with a smile. "Nice and clean."

His smile faded when he felt something warm and wet spread on his sweater. He looked down and saw that the baby had peed on him.

"Uh...North," said Jack in disgust. "Where's her diaper?"

"It..." North began, then realized. "Oh! That..white thing."

Jack Frost rolled his eyes. "OK. Let's just get her cleaned up...and get something on her."

Jack handed the baby to North, frowning as he looked at the stain on his sweater, which froze. He really liked this sweater. First vomit and now this!

"But...what do I use?" North asked.

"Uh...got any small towels around? Those might work for now."

"Does baby do this...?"

"Yes. And yes, you HAVE to change it."

"Always making mess," North complained. "Why is that?"

"Yea, that's children," said Jack. "Cute and adorable, but messy. Oh and give her a bath. I'm sure she'll like that."

North gave the baby a bath. She splashed water, babbling, getting North soaked. He couldn't believe how soft and delicate the pale skin was. Her hair. He had to be gentle. When the bath was done, the Guardian of Wonder wrapped the baby in a towel, drying off her carefully. It shivered a bit, looking at North.

He looked at the baby. Its deep blue eyes. The strawberry hair. Those chubby cheeks. He had the urge to name it. But he couldn't. The baby had to go back. Plus the stress of dealing with it all the time. He wouldn't know how to take care of it. Yet, seeing how it looked at him adoringly, he couldn't help it.

"Ana," he whispered. "Anastasia St. Nicholas. That's what I would've named you."

The baby babbled, drooled some more and patted his giant nose, giving it a pinch. North smiled. He clothed and diapered the baby. The baby named Ana. She looked like an Ana.

"So I guess you're taking her home?" said Jack.

North knew he had to. But...

"I..." the Russian dithered. "I can't. I've..."

"Well if you want to keep her, it's a lot of work. Y'think you can handle that?"

North knew he couldn't. "Jack. I don't know why, but I feel something for this child."

"Yea. Babies are cute and cuddly, but trust me...that's how they get you. It gets worse as they get older."

North sighed. He had the baby for only a day and already it was a lot of work. Jack Frost did have a point. Yet, he didn't want to let her go. His little Ana. She called him Dada from the moment she saw him. She chose him...like Manny did.

"I want her to stay," said North. "Just one more day."

"Alright," Jack said. "Don't say I didn't warn you."


The Christmas party came. North was absolutely worn out. The baby just screamed, soiled her diaper, making more messes. He was nearly half-insane after a whole day...thankfully Sandy got her to sleep with a little dreamsand.

North didn't understand why the baby screamed. It seemed it did so when she was hungry, tired, wanted to be held, her diaper was soiled...the list went on and on. He couldn't keep the baby even if he wanted to.

"You look worn out, North," said Tooth.

"Is baby," the Russian replied. "I never knew children could be so...exhausting."

"Told you so," said Jack with a cocky smirk.

"You seem to know lot about children, Jack Frost," said North.

"Oh that's the beauty of being unseen for so long and being outside with people...well, not babies, but I've seen a few..." Jack said with a shrug.

"Say, where is the littl' Sheila?" asked Bunnymund.

"Sleeping," North replied. "And thank you, Sandy."

Sandy gave a silent thumbs up.

"Aw," said Tooth, just imagining it.

"I thought you were bringin' 'er back, North," said Bunny.

"I let her stay...just one more day," North said.

"If you ask me, I'd say you're falling in love with her," said Jack

"What?!" North exclaimed, blush blossomed on his face. "No, no. That's...not true."

"Oh please! I saw how you turned into a puddle of goo after you gave her a bath, Papa."

"Oh shush," North replied dismissive. "Least I didn't get peed on."

Jack blushed with embarrassment. "Oh your time will come soon, Papa," the winter spirit replied.

Bunnymund sniggered. "Guess ya like yellow sno-cones after all, eh, Frosty?"

With a wave of his staff, Jack made it snow on Bunny, making the pooka shiver and frown. Sandy giggled silently.

North contemplated. Could he actually do this? He had four other hands. He was sure his fellow Guardians would help. Plus they loved children. Still, it was a lot of work...but so was delivering toys one night a year.

"I think Ana should stay," said North.

"Ana?" asked the three Guardians, Sandy had a question mark.

"Yes," said the Russian. "That's what I name baby...Anastasia. Ana for short."

"That's a beautiful name, North!" Tooth piped in.

North nodded, looking towards the room where baby Ana was sleeping.

"And...she will spend time with us. Each of us."

"North," said Bunnymund hesitant. "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I love her. She's...mine. I knew it from the moment I saw her."

"We'll help," said Tooth. She felt she wanted to be a mother.

"I'm in too," said Jack Frost, thinking of all the fun stuff he could do with her. The pranks.

Thumbs up from Sandy. Bunnymund sighed in resignation.

"Alright," said Bunny. "I'll help as well. But keep 'er away from Frosty."

Jack stuck his tongue out. "How much you wanna bet I'll do a better job than you, Peter Cottontail?" he challenged.

"And I bet she'll love paintin' eggs more than yer snow. At least there's color."

"Gentlemen, this is not competition," said North. "She's my little girl. I'm her Dada. You will be civil."

Jack and Bunny rolled their eyes. Typical North. Being a Dad.

"I'm gonna win," Jack whispered to Bunnymund with a defiant look.

"Bring it, Frosty," Bunny shot back.

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Bugandbaa312's avatar
if memory serves; anastasia was the name of the last russian princess.