Peach Fuzz

Y/n's P.O.V
A week has gone by since I've been reincarnated in this world, and there are some things I have found out.

The first day here, I woke up as a baby in the LMK world, way before the events of the show started, and I mean way before.

Another thing, I wasn't just any baby, I was a baby monkey demon.

I had orange fur all over me and golden eyes to compliment it. Some could say that I look like my dad, who is Sun Wukong, the Monkey King.

I was both freaked out and shocked at the same time, but who was I to complain? This goofy, adorable, and cheeky monkey demon was my dad, and I am enjoying it.

He treats me like his precious little princess, which, in a sense, I am his little princess.

Monkey King, or dad, on my case, cuddles and plays with me every chance he gets. That's pretty much all I can do right now since I'm only a week old.

But my least favorite thing seemed to be bath time. I don't know why, but any time bath time comes around, the baby urges take over, and I start to cry and fuss.

I don't know what the problem is. I loved taking a bath in my previous life.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that bath tubs haven't been invented yet, and Dad washes me in the hot spring on Flower Fruit Mountain.

I don't know what baby me is complaining about. The hot spring is like a hot tub. Hot tubs are supposed to be relaxing, but baby me didn't think so.

I guess being a baby, I cry whenever the urge overtakes me, but one good thing happens when I start to cry.

Dad immediately runs to my rescue and comforts me, telling me everything is gonna be okay when nothing is wrong.

I will admit, sometimes I cry or make myself cry just to get him to coddle me, and I love every second of it.

Do you know how soft his chest is?

It's more softer than the cloud he rides on, which is by far the softest thing in the universe.

Now, onto the sad thing that happened.

As you may already know, I'm only a week old, and my mother, the one who gave birth to me in this world, died while giving birth to me.

I will say, even though I didn't know her, I did cry for a good hour or so because dad started crying, too.

But there was also an interesting fact about my mother. She wasn't a demon, nor mortal, or spirit.

She was a Celestial, and by that, I mean a Celestial Princess.

And by princess, I mean she was the Jade Emperor's eldest daughter, and was the heir to the throne if anything were to happen to the Jade Emperor.

Apparently, she was very much cherished by the Jade Emperor and everyone else in the Celestial Realm.

Her name was Yú Míng, and the way daddy cried over her proved that he loved her very much.

My reaction to finding out was, "Dang, daddy pulled a princess. Of course he could. He's my dad."

But that also made me the Jade Emperor's granddaughter, yippee...

Let's hope I don't have to meet my grandpa at all in this life. I don't know what kind of person he is.

Yeah, if I wasn't self-aware, I would've probably forgotten all the things dad has told me about her already.

Which brings me to where I am now.

Laying in my bassinet, wide-awake from my rest, waiting for Daddy to get me.