Requested by: Noseloqueponeraqui
It's a little different then the comment, hope you don't mind.

"Oh no no no, don't cry!" Thomas picked up the infant, cuddling her in his arms. He had already tried to feed her, change her still clean diaper, even move her to a different room. Nothing was working.

   He let out a desperate sigh. "I need help... But who can I ask?" he thought. He snapped his fingers in realization. "Patton! Logan!"

   "You called?" Logic asked, appearing beside the stairs. He was busy tying his necktie. Morality showed up seconds later.

   "What's up, kid-" he gasped loudly. "Is that what I think it is?!"

   "Of course it is, Patton, how could you think it's a infant?" Logic muttered, smoothing the tie out. "Now, what is it you needed our assistance for?"

   The baby let out a shrill cry and they all flinched. Thomas sighed again. "That."

   "I can't believe you're asking me for fatherly advice!" Morality said sweetly. "Bit anyway, what's her name?"

   "Hope," the host answered, still trying to calm the child down. It wasn't working well. He looked up at the paternal trait with a pleading look. "What do we do?"

   "Let me hold her," Patton said softly. Thomas passed Hope over to his emotional side. The trait cooed softly at her, soothing the child. Slowly, she calmed down.

   "Oh, thank y-" the cries started again.

   "Oh no! Hope, don't cry!" Morality said, panicked. He glanced up at Logic. "What did I do wrong?"

   "What? You did nothing wrong, Patton!" The logical trait walked up to him. He tried to play with the child, but the cries only grew loudly. Thomas rubbed his temples. "We need to get creative."

   "Did somebody say-" Princey was shushed by the other as soon as he appeared. The fanciful trait blink twice, taking in the situation. "What in fairy godmother's name is going on?"

   Hope immediately calmed down when she saw the prince. She reached out to him with tiny hands. He couldn't help but smile at her as he approached her. "May I hold her?"

   Morality nodded and passed her off. Once he had ahold of her, she grabbed onto his sash. "Careful, darling. Don't want to ruin it."

   Two seconds later, she was back to crying.

   "What? Calm down, hon!" Roman murmured, trying to shush the baby. Morality went back to panicking.

   "What is going on that's got Thomas so anxious?" someone hissed.

   The four turned to see Anxiety on the stairs. Princey spoke up. "Virgil! We're trying to calm down... Er... What's her name again?"

   "Hope," Logic said over her cries. Virgil sighed and rolled his eyes, walking up the his royal counterpart. He spoke softly. "Hope. Hope, dear..."

   Her cries grew quieter. Anxiety met eyes with Roman, silently asking to hold her. He got the message and passed the infant over.

   "Shh..." The darker trait started to rock her, his voice barely above a whisper. "It'll be alright, Hope... Shh..."

   She looked up at him with wonder. She reached her hand up to grab his bangs. He let her grab one.

   "Calm down, now. Go to sleep..." he mumbled. Shortly after, she did, releasing his hair.

   The room was quiet for the first time in thirty minutes. Carefully, Anxiety gave the baby back to Thomas. Logic was still trying to convince Morality he did nothing wrong as they sank down. Princey couldn't help but stare at Anxiety as they sank down.

   "What?" Anxiety asked as they reappeared in the mind space. The prince opened his mouth to speak, but it took at second to come out.

   "... I didn't know you were so good with children," he breathed. The anxious trait shrugged. "It just comes naturally."

   Roman smirked. "You'd make a great father someday." He watched the other's cheeks flush with satisfaction. He wasn't expecting the trait's response.

   "No. We both will."