For a long, nervewracking moment, it seems the girl's sleepy whimper might be enough to rouse Kurt from their slumber. They've been so attentive, after all, so attuned to their daughter's every move and sound, every flickering thought of a slowly forming consciousness, that they would be at her side the moment anything was tipped even slightly off balance.
But they're so tired. It's been weeks of barely any sleep, pockets of rest here and there, the paranoia of a new parent coupled with their fear of Miles, keeping them on their toes every single moment, waking and not. Now that they're finally getting more than an hour's rest, Kurt's sleeping too deeply for even their daughter's voice to reach them, hopelessly gone.
The girl notices. Mom is always there, ready to scoop her up and coo gently into her ear, play with her hair, put their finger into her little palm so she can squeeze and hold on tight. But now, there's only the stranger, the man who makes mom's heart thump so fast and hard, whose scent scares mom half to death, picking up her swaddled form and taking her away from her mother with slow, creeping steps. The whimpers continue, a soft hiccup turning into a long, shivery cry, her limbs wrapped up too tight for her to wriggle free. Kurt twitches, but falls back asleep in the same breath, not moving under the sheets.
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Date: 2023-12-21 03:21 am (UTC)But they're so tired. It's been weeks of barely any sleep, pockets of rest here and there, the paranoia of a new parent coupled with their fear of Miles, keeping them on their toes every single moment, waking and not. Now that they're finally getting more than an hour's rest, Kurt's sleeping too deeply for even their daughter's voice to reach them, hopelessly gone.
The girl notices. Mom is always there, ready to scoop her up and coo gently into her ear, play with her hair, put their finger into her little palm so she can squeeze and hold on tight. But now, there's only the stranger, the man who makes mom's heart thump so fast and hard, whose scent scares mom half to death, picking up her swaddled form and taking her away from her mother with slow, creeping steps. The whimpers continue, a soft hiccup turning into a long, shivery cry, her limbs wrapped up too tight for her to wriggle free. Kurt twitches, but falls back asleep in the same breath, not moving under the sheets.