The baby is finally asleep, resting against her shoulder. She smiles tiredly at Henri on his return, the curve of her mouth not reflected in her eyes. "Of course."
It's such a mundane act, and one she has looked forward to a great deal. There's something about being kept awake by a newborn that she thought she would treasure; being driven to wakefulness by her child with this man she has wed. This is not how she has imagined it and it weighs on her. Will Henri accept this? Can she even ask him to?
She makes the bottle as she has at the hospital many times. The water warm but not hot, the formula mixed in and tested on her wrist. "Is she awake?"
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Date: 2015-10-01 12:26 am (UTC)It's such a mundane act, and one she has looked forward to a great deal. There's something about being kept awake by a newborn that she thought she would treasure; being driven to wakefulness by her child with this man she has wed. This is not how she has imagined it and it weighs on her. Will Henri accept this? Can she even ask him to?
She makes the bottle as she has at the hospital many times. The water warm but not hot, the formula mixed in and tested on her wrist. "Is she awake?"