A/N: Well, I just got assigned my senior English term paper, and I am officially FREAKED OUT. I have to write ten typed pages on the variety human nature in The Canterbury Tales. Somebody shoot me!

Well, away from my stresses… here’s Crib…well, you make your own assumptions about it.

Disclaimer: Jessica does not own Ben 10…and for some reason is talking in the third person….

Crib

His eyes had been fixed there for hours.

There was nothing special about it, just a wooden bed, with bars to protect its inhabitant. But despite its insignificance, Kevin Levin could not tear his eyes away. He was hypnotized, bewitched and by something as simple as a crib.

But no…it wasn’t the crib…. It was the one who slept inside it that caught the young man’s undivided attention.

Austen Marie Levin: his little girl, firstly named for his wife’s favorite author, and secondly named for Kevin’s recently deceased mother.

That little girl had taken complete hold over him.

When he had first learned of the girl’s existence, that he and his wife were expecting a child, Kevin had felt really nothing but shock. The news in itself was enough to startle any a man, but as for Kevin…well, most matters of lesser importance were hard enough for him to deal with.

To put it frankly, he was terrified, not only for himself but for the baby. He couldn’t imagine...bringing up a child in the mess that he called his life. His days were filled with blood and violence, war around every corner. It was torture enough to see Gwen hurt by something involving his work, but a child? He wasn’t sure if he could stand it.

And then she was born, only a few days previous of this moment, and was so tiny in his arms. He held a girl who looked just like his wife, apart from the waves of raven locks atop her head. He was instantly captivated.

It was then that he knew what his true purpose was. It wasn’t to save the world or even just his town. It wasn’t to love his wife. It was then that Kevin knew that the main point in his life was that little girl. He was meant to love her, to protect her, to teach her what it meant to survive in this world, and if he was lucky…Austen Levin would be a lot more like her mother…and a little less like him.

A/N: Was it suckish? This was one of those things that kind of just happened. I’m sorry it’s short!

And I named the baby after Jane Austen. LOL! I mentioned Pride and Prejudice as Gwen’s favorite book before, and the name just fits the girl that I have pictured in my head! I’m going to use her in a fic in the future too; it’s one of the ones on my poll. The story’s dead last in the race, though, probably because it doesn’t sound as cool written as it does in my head…oh, well. Please read and review!