Teen Titans Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ Giggle ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Jimmy the Gothic Egg 
Non Anime: Teen Titans Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 226 | Visits: 510 | Status: Completed
Non Anime: Teen Titans Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 226 | Visits: 510 | Status: Completed
Family
Giggle
"Gar!"
He groaned as he heard her ferverant whisper. Rolling over, he turned to their alarm clock.
"It's three in the morning, Raven. What could possibly be so exciting?"
She turned to him, cradling the child (who'd been named Mark, a tribute to Gar's father) in her arms and smiling. She sat down on the edge of the bed, turning so he could see.
"Yes, it's a child. I thought you might've noticed by-"
He stopped. For a moment, he thought he might've heard the smallest sound, a bit like a gurgle, but so...
"Did you hear it?" she asked excitedly, joy rising in her voice.
The sound again, less like a gurgle and more like a giggle.
"Is he laughing?" he asked, putting a finger to his son's nose and watching the glee light upon his face.
Mark giggled again, grabbing the finger with his tiny hands and yanking.
They sat there for a moment as their child squirmed playfully.
Three a.m. in the morning and it was one of the happiest moments in their life.
He groaned as he heard her ferverant whisper. Rolling over, he turned to their alarm clock.
"It's three in the morning, Raven. What could possibly be so exciting?"
She turned to him, cradling the child (who'd been named Mark, a tribute to Gar's father) in her arms and smiling. She sat down on the edge of the bed, turning so he could see.
"Yes, it's a child. I thought you might've noticed by-"
He stopped. For a moment, he thought he might've heard the smallest sound, a bit like a gurgle, but so...
"Did you hear it?" she asked excitedly, joy rising in her voice.
The sound again, less like a gurgle and more like a giggle.
"Is he laughing?" he asked, putting a finger to his son's nose and watching the glee light upon his face.
Mark giggled again, grabbing the finger with his tiny hands and yanking.
They sat there for a moment as their child squirmed playfully.
Three a.m. in the morning and it was one of the happiest moments in their life.