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Aug 02, 2006 22:51

He can't sleep.

He's had more than a few restless nights recently, but this one's been the worst yet. As he wakes from yet another nightmare, he mutters a curse.

"Screw this."

He gets up quietly, careful not to wake any of the suite's other occupants, and enters the baby's room.

Which is where Sheila finds him a few hours later, dozed off on an armchair near the crib, amidst a pile of stuffed animals.

(He may actually be holding the teddy bear, but if anyone asks, he'll deny it.)
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