for Dean; backdated
Sharon hadn't left New Atlantis much lately and wasn't planning to. She wasn't ready to talk to John again yet and didn't want to chance running into him. Maybe it was cowardly, but she'd allow herself for a few days at least.
That afternoon it was just Hera and her. Hera had woken up from her nap, and Sharon secretly treasured the ten minutes or so that usually followed. The lazy, just-waking-up slowness that had Hera wanting to cuddle, small arms around her neck, small head on her shoulder. There was a bench outside their hut that Sharon carried Hera to, her daughter curling closer as she sat.
"Good nap?" she murmured, stroking a hand along her hair to smooth it.
"No want a nap," Hera answered, like she hadn't just taken one, thumb going into her mouth.
That afternoon it was just Hera and her. Hera had woken up from her nap, and Sharon secretly treasured the ten minutes or so that usually followed. The lazy, just-waking-up slowness that had Hera wanting to cuddle, small arms around her neck, small head on her shoulder. There was a bench outside their hut that Sharon carried Hera to, her daughter curling closer as she sat.
"Good nap?" she murmured, stroking a hand along her hair to smooth it.
"No want a nap," Hera answered, like she hadn't just taken one, thumb going into her mouth.