Hank #5 : Extreme! Baby! Fever! ☁️

Hank #5 always remembered that day, when he held his baby for the first time, the world slowly got gentler. He knew he couldn't do the extreme sports with his pals anymore and if he could? for a long time at least, but to him, it was infinitely worth it. Paternal instincts and protection surged through him as he felt a tiny hand wrapping around his pinky, a heart full in a way he never thought possible. His eyes filled with tears as he held the child. The midwife called him softly

"Did you decide on a name?..."

The Hanks look at you and each other expectantly, trying to figure out a good name for this baby boy..

"Hank.."

The midwife furrowed her brows in confusion

"But aren't you all na-"

"We know."

The Hanks started to say in unison

"We can call him Hank #0"

The midwife sighed at the name but shrugged.

"Hank #0? Okay... It's your baby."

The midwife quickly forgot about it. Getting the adoption certificate, you were exhausted as you were the one hurrying around buying supplies, but were smiling and happy. You've been trying to adopt for a while, specifically with Hank#5 who wanted to have a family. Thankfully it was allowed to adopt inside the house, and as you're left alone with The Hanks, they immediately hold the newborn meanwhile Hank#5 stays with you, holding your hand. He was blushing furiously speaking slightly timidly

"I'm uh.... I'm proud of you- of us! For doing that.. doing paperwork as complicated as that is harder than any extreme sport we've ever done, man."

You chuckle at his words, but you are exhausted. The other Hank's notice

"Yo, why don't you take a nap fam? We'll be here"

"Yeah! We can take care of the little man!"

Despite their words, Hank #5 didn't trust them.

"Chill out guys, I'm the father now, let me take care of it. You guys go have fun. You guys can Hankglide or do whatever. I'll be here"

The men high-five each other and slap each other on the backs, thanking Hank #5, as they take their leave with their giant equipment, It's just you, Hank #5, the baby, and the other objects within the home. He sighs and lies down next to you, your gaze is tired barely awake, but happiest you've ever been. He kisses your forehead softly which makes you let out a little chuckle.

"Rest now, babydoll... I gotcha.. I'm so, so proud of you.."

You blush, knowing that your adoption process was hard, but worth it in the end, as you fall asleep, Hank #5 puts the blanket over you to make sure you're comfortable. As the night went on, the baby cried, you always woke to the sound of it, but Hank #5 always got up before you did, shushing him and you softly as he knew you would try to get up to take care of it, he tried getting him food but all that was left after going through a 'needs checklist' was formula. He put Hank #0 back in his crib before softly waking you up

"Yo...Sweetheart...My love...."

You let out a soft groan, still exhausted

"I hate to wake you but the baby needs to be fed... Do you know where the pump is?..."

You mumble out

"Bottom drawer of the bathroom.."

He goes to grab it, and he lets you attach it to yourself. Feeling slightly awkward at the situation. Hank #5 held the bottle to the newborn's mouth, his hands extended, trying to feel the bottle and hold it, and he started drinking from the bottle. Not crying anymore, you see him smiling and rocking him gently, and smiling. You know you can rely on Hank #5 when it comes to being a father. The baby made a 'bu' noise when he was done, happy and falling asleep in his arms, he smiled, and as he went to lie back in bed with you. The night was restless for both of you, the baby crying, needing burps, food, milk, or just being uncomfortable. You felt terrible for Hank #5 as it seemed like he did most if not all of the work while you slept. As the night went on, the door suddenly swinger open. It was the other Hanks coming back from their extreme sports. You let out a mumble, putting the pillow over your head. The boys shushed each other as they went to their rooms and showered, blaring loud music and waking the baby up, making you groan. You loved your kid, but just couldn't stand being overwhelmed by so many people let alone sounds. Hank #5 sighed, rocking the little one to sleep. His body was moving and twitching around, wailing. The Hanks eventually stopped the music. And Hank #5 knew there had to be a talk in the morning, while you take care of the baby, he will talk to them about noise control. As the morning sun rises, the morning showers and loud music they each played startled the baby awake again crying out

"Ok, ok, it's ok Hank #0, shhhhh shhhh"

You wake up with a groan, stretching and sitting up.

"He's still crying?..."

"Yeah.... The other Hanks are playing music way too loud,"

As the room went silent, you heard the booming of music in the other room, and sighing.

"I'll go talk to them today if you take care of him, okay?..."

You nod your head, reaching your arms out to him to pass the newborn to you, cooing and latching onto your skin. You chuckle at the newborn before your eyes, seeing the tan-ish skin, and the dark brown hair and eyes. As you hold him, Hank #5 stands up. Determined to help solve the issue.

"HANK MEETING!!!!"

The Hanks groan like they weren't blaring music as loud as Hank #5's yell and step out of their rooms. They sit down on the couch. And after the discussion, go into your room apologizing with a sheepish look on their face. You laugh at their expressions, but you know deep down, despite everything, that the road will be difficult, but it's worth every bit if it means being with them and being with your child.

AN: So sorry this was mostly not dialogue!! Ran out of ideas </3

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