The Beginning Part 16

The Beginning part 16

When Hanzo finishes with his shower he goes and sits with his brother to admire his small happy child rolling around in a basket full of soft pillows and blankets. 

He brushes her cheek slightly and smiles at the little thing hugging his hand with all her life as if his hands weren’t covered in years of calluses and rough with age. 

“Anija, she isn’t scared of my face.” Genji says as he watches his brother begin to get attached to his little mystery daughter. 

“That is good.” Hanzo sniffs, becoming teary-eyed as his child nuzzles into his hand.

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Meanwhile, in Winston’s lab, he’s cleaning up the wreckage of his freshest failure.

A faint whisper enters his ears as he suddenly notices a trash bin moving and making fussy noises. 

When he removes some of the trash he finds another infant. A boy covered from head to toe in soot and grime. 

Winston picks him up and looks him over, his brown hair looking black from all the dirt and gross covering him. 

Another whisper flows into his ears and Winston looks around before hiding the child away in a test tube labeled “Jedediah”. 

Just like the whispers had instructed as he goes back to cleaning up his mess, acting as if he hadn’t just stolen a child away from his family. 

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Hanzo sighs as he spends the night watching over his child, too afraid to sleep and wake up to her basket being empty and it all having been a dream. 

And she stays up too, watching her parent watch her and the sky, cooing at the moon that shines through the window and the wispy clouds that look like fire when they cover the moon to take away some of the light. 

Hanzo looks up at the sky and chuckles.

“It would seem only fitting to name you after the sky with your hair the way it is.” He says, picking her up and holding her in his arms softly. 

He sighs a little, remembering she couldn’t hear him. 

“Or perhaps I should name you after your flaws, as my mother did to me,” He starts but begins to think about it. “No, that would be no name for a sweet little girl. Not one as beautiful as you. Even with such fantastic hair. Perhaps, Aiko?” He says and she makes a silly face. 

He chuckles and adjusts how he’s holding her. 

“Perhaps not. Hmm. What about, Asami?” He says and she makes another silly face. “I see you have a wide array of expressions, little one. Perhaps you have your cowboy father’s fiery spirit too.” He lifts her up, making her giggle. “Actually, that may not be a bad name. Kaaru-Seishin. It’s not female but it matches your sweet little personality. And for a middle name, we must go with the theme of your impossible hair to match your impossible existence. Mizuki should do the trick.” He smiles at her and holds her close. “Kaaru-Seishin Mizuki Shimada-Mccree. Yes, that fits you nicely. And we’ll call you Kaaru for short, my little dumpling.” He smiles before laying her back down in the basket. “Time to rest my little dumpling. In the morning we will go get you a proper bed and some little toys for you to hold while you sleep.” He says, smiling before going to his own bed with the basket, his comatose husband still deep asleep and unresponsive. 

“Soon my love, you will meet our little girl.” He sighs and lays close to his husband. 

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