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By the third day, she's starting to feel more like herself. She's getting used to the rhythm of motherhood, trying to sleep when the baby's sleeping, waking up to feed her. She's tired and she's pale, and Paul keeps taking her pulse and frowning. She lost a lot of blood, apparently. She at least persuaded him to let Ianto take her home, so she's in her own bed, propped up against a lot of pillows with Cadi settle in her arms.
She keeps finding herself staring at her.
It's like she can't quite believe that they managed it.
She keeps finding herself staring at her.
It's like she can't quite believe that they managed it.