Layla was not big on babysitting, in general. Kids had never been her thing. Possibly it was a holdover from the orphanage, but she generally didn't care for children. It was like she'd ever gotten to be one, herself.
Yet somehow, she found herself carrying a child. Cable's child, as it happened, keeping him wrapped up in both arms and resting against her shoulder. There was a lot of confusion and explosions, and the girl who'd been watching the little bundle had been knocked unconscious- Layla hoped.
She would rather pass him off to his father or mother but both were MIA and anyway, she was trying to keep out of the way of the people with actual powers fighting.
Even if none of it was real, the soft, warm weight against her chest that kept making little hiccuping noises felt real enough.
"There, there, little Cable baby," she mumbled, ducking under the flap of a tent and head for the thicker cover of the woods.
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Yet somehow, she found herself carrying a child. Cable's child, as it happened, keeping him wrapped up in both arms and resting against her shoulder. There was a lot of confusion and explosions, and the girl who'd been watching the little bundle had been knocked unconscious- Layla hoped.
She would rather pass him off to his father or mother but both were MIA and anyway, she was trying to keep out of the way of the people with actual powers fighting.
Even if none of it was real, the soft, warm weight against her chest that kept making little hiccuping noises felt real enough.
"There, there, little Cable baby," she mumbled, ducking under the flap of a tent and head for the thicker cover of the woods.