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[10 Nov 2012|06:25pm] |
“It’s your turn,” Miles insisted in their bedroom, which had exploded for the nineteenth time with screams from the nursery. Never mind that Felicity had gotten up a total of sixteen times and Miles just twice – he needed his rest. After all, he ran a business. It was Felicity’s job to calm the baby, since that was her job while he was away. Perhaps night time made him a little crankier than usual, and perhaps he would have been more concerned for Felicity if he had been more awake, but his rest was of the utmost importance, and this child was ruining it all for him.
Felicity groaned into her pillow, quickly regretting their decision to have a baby. Why had they? It was Miles’s idea, and she thought that it was his responsibility to take care of his ideas. Perhaps, though, if she’d had more sleep, she would have felt much differently.
Still, Felicity crawled out of bed and into the spare den-turned-nursery, cooing soft hushes to her princess. She pulled Georgie out of her crib, holding her to her breast and whispering calming tones into her ear.
Miles, on the other hand, had grown impatient in his bed waiting for his wife to get back, unable to fall asleep without her with him. He sprang up and came to her, taking Georgie from her and gently rocking her. Felicity stared on, admiring the scene before her.
Never once had Felicity imagined that Miles and she would have a child like this and be so happy like this with one. Although it had been a loud addition to the penthouse, an unrestful addition to the penthouse, she never regretted it. Not even when she woke both of them up constantly and ruined all prospects of sleep. Not when she looked so calm or so lovely like this.
Miles put her back in Felicity’s hands, explaining that he thought she may need a feeding, and Felicity pulled Georgie back to her breast, pulling herself from her nightie and letting her daughter feed. She looked back up at Miles, who was looking with such admiration at his daughter, something that Felicity had never thought Miles was capable with the exception of his own wife.
Miles caught Felicity’s eye, matching her calm expression, carefully pulling her in as not to disturb Georgie, his hands slipping to her rear. “I love you,” she whispered, and he automatically replied, leaving a kiss on her lips once his words had flowed from his.
After a few moments of silence, regarding Georgie, her brown curls and her green-blue eyes, Miles murmured, “Kitten.” Felicity looked up, catching his eyes that matched their daughter’s. “She’s asleep.” Felicity nodded, carefully placing Georgie back in her crib before kissing her forehead, admiring her a few moments with Miles before creeping out of the room, back into their warm bed.
“Next time, it’s your turn,” Felicity teased, though there was no such thing. Georgie slept through the rest of the night, never stirring, leaving Miles and Felicity to fall asleep in relief in each other’s arms.
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