Are You Going Soft On Me? (Griff) Jan 2, 2013 19:31:58 GMT -5
Post by thegwaine on Jan 2, 2013 19:31:58 GMT -5
Gwaine had no idea what Griff wanted him to do, except to stand here and make unhelpful remarks, quite in-keeping with how he usually approached these situations. He just shrugged towards his friend, why on earth would he think that he would know what to do with a crying baby? His interest was in women and ale, not children. That wasn’t to say that he didn’t enjoy the company of children, but he had never thought to settle and have his own children at least. Gwaine was trying to think of something that would stop the young Aubert from crying. This was going so well wasn’t it? Gwaine was sure he had been reassuring Griff that all this would be a breeze when he had been outside the birthing room with him that night. He didn’t answer Griff, instead he just remained in thought for once; actually thinking about what might be wrong, and how he could help. He hoped that Griff appreciated all this thought he was getting, well, it was his son who would receive the aid, but still.
He was more than a little surprised at the choice of a name, but then again, he wasn’t sure why he was. It was normal for noble families to name their children after kings, and their kin; it had been tradition in his kingdom. Gwaine grinned at his friend, “You missed out on a trick.” He looked down at Griff’s son, and carried on a smug kind of grin, “Gwaine would have suited him far better.” He remembered the conversation that he and Griff had had when they had been outside the birthing room, so he supposed that Griff’s wife had got her own way with not naming their son Griff. Personally, Gwaine couldn’t see her problem, but that was just him. Arthur suited the little boy, and it was an honour to be named after the King, and if he had given his blessings as well, which he had heard that he had, then there was nothing more to bother about was there? Gwaine was sure Griff would have many more sons, and perhaps his wife’s stubbornness would lessen a little the next time round. “Didn’t win then, about the name?” He asked, with a knowing look on his face; wives could be tricky business, which was the exact reason he did not possess one.
The baby was still crying, and it was starting to give Gwaine a headache; worse, he supposed if Arthur continued to cry he would wake his sister up. That was all they needed. They were grown men, could they not handle two babes in arms? “Give him here, let me try.” Gwaine fully recognised he was in no way fit to hold any child, but he was going to try anyway, “Can’t hurt, I promise I won’t drop him, I just want to try something.”