just_muse_me | 12.1.1. Elizabeth Stone quote
12.1.1. “Making the decision to have a child is momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking around outside your body.” - Elizabeth Stone
Co-written with doctortara | Set Friday 16th Jan '09
Tara was walking backwards up the path to their front door and nearly went arse over tit on a pot plant by the door but caught herself just in time. “Have you got him? You’ve got him, haven’t you? Have you?” she said fretfully, watching her husband handle the baby capsule as he walked behind her. He had her overnight bag slung over one shoulder and the brand new blue tartan baby bag over his other, both hands snugly gripped around the handle of the capsule.
“I’ve got him, beautiful,” Lachlan assured her, walking carefully on the wet path. “If I had him anymore, I’d break the bones in my hand. Watch where you’re going, darlin’. I’m nay having you end up back in hospital when I only just got you both home.”
Tara waved her hands. “Don’t hold him tighter, then! If you hold him tighter and break your hand, you’ll drop him! Here, let me take him. I’ll take him.”
“You arenae allowed to lift anything heavy right now,” Lachlan reminded her calmly. “Unlock the door so we dinnae have to be out in the cold much longer, sweetheart. I’ll make you a wee cup of tea when we get in. Here. The keys are in my pocket.”
Tara came over to him and put her hand in the pocket of his leather jacket to seek out his keys. She paused, her hand still tucked in the warmth there, and grinned. “Oh my god, can you believe we’re bringing him home? Lachie, we have a son and we’re bringing him home!” she squealed and gave her husband a huge, wet kiss. “He’s ours and he’s here. He’s really, really here.”
Lachlan laughed, happily accepting the kiss. “He really, really is,” he confirmed fondly. “Now get that cute arse of yours inside so we can start to learn how to do the wee family thing.”
Tara gave him another kiss and then leaned over to brush her lips against the newborn’s forehead. “I love how he smells. He smells like a baby. He’s so tiny. I can’t believe he came out of me…” she murmured and reluctantly turned to unlock their front door.
“I would be worrying a wee bit if he didnae smell like a bairn, beautiful,” Lachlan joked, carefully following her inside. So far, so good. Riley had slept the whole way home after a nice long feed at the hospital before they left. “‘Course, we all know he doesnae always smell so sweet.” He set the capsule gently down on the coffee table and then eased the bags off his shoulders to drop them on the floor by the sofa. The house was silent and he drew a deep breath to let it out slowly, rubbing at his shoulder to get some circulation back. “Home sweet home.”
Tara rocked on the balls of her feet a little and smiled contently as she flicked on the living room light. She shrugged out of her coat, dropping it onto the recliner so she could move over to her husband. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down onto the sofa with her. “I love you, perfect daddy of my perfect wee boy.”
Lachlan kissed her softly, smiling against her lips. “I love you right back, sweetheart.” He looked at their son, sleeping peacefully in a swaddle of blue fluff, nothing but his face visible. “I cannae believe he’s still sleeping.”
“He must know being home is all good,” Tara decided, leaning forward to watch the baby intently. She chewed on her lower lip, not really sure what was supposed to come next now they had just brought their first child home from the hospital. “What now?” she whispered, glancing back at her husband.
Lachlan’s eyes were on the baby, a satisfied and content smile on his lips. “I dinnae know…” he admitted, his tone as equally as hushed as his wife’s. “He’s perfect, aye?”
Tara nodded with her smile. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” They fell silent for a few moments before she spoke again. “…we could just stay here and watch him sleep,” she suggested.
Lachlan rested his head on her shoulder, not taking his eyes off the newborn. “Aye. Sounds like a perfect plan,” he murmured.
Word Count | 707
Co-written with doctortara | Set Friday 16th Jan '09
Tara was walking backwards up the path to their front door and nearly went arse over tit on a pot plant by the door but caught herself just in time. “Have you got him? You’ve got him, haven’t you? Have you?” she said fretfully, watching her husband handle the baby capsule as he walked behind her. He had her overnight bag slung over one shoulder and the brand new blue tartan baby bag over his other, both hands snugly gripped around the handle of the capsule.
“I’ve got him, beautiful,” Lachlan assured her, walking carefully on the wet path. “If I had him anymore, I’d break the bones in my hand. Watch where you’re going, darlin’. I’m nay having you end up back in hospital when I only just got you both home.”
Tara waved her hands. “Don’t hold him tighter, then! If you hold him tighter and break your hand, you’ll drop him! Here, let me take him. I’ll take him.”
“You arenae allowed to lift anything heavy right now,” Lachlan reminded her calmly. “Unlock the door so we dinnae have to be out in the cold much longer, sweetheart. I’ll make you a wee cup of tea when we get in. Here. The keys are in my pocket.”
Tara came over to him and put her hand in the pocket of his leather jacket to seek out his keys. She paused, her hand still tucked in the warmth there, and grinned. “Oh my god, can you believe we’re bringing him home? Lachie, we have a son and we’re bringing him home!” she squealed and gave her husband a huge, wet kiss. “He’s ours and he’s here. He’s really, really here.”
Lachlan laughed, happily accepting the kiss. “He really, really is,” he confirmed fondly. “Now get that cute arse of yours inside so we can start to learn how to do the wee family thing.”
Tara gave him another kiss and then leaned over to brush her lips against the newborn’s forehead. “I love how he smells. He smells like a baby. He’s so tiny. I can’t believe he came out of me…” she murmured and reluctantly turned to unlock their front door.
“I would be worrying a wee bit if he didnae smell like a bairn, beautiful,” Lachlan joked, carefully following her inside. So far, so good. Riley had slept the whole way home after a nice long feed at the hospital before they left. “‘Course, we all know he doesnae always smell so sweet.” He set the capsule gently down on the coffee table and then eased the bags off his shoulders to drop them on the floor by the sofa. The house was silent and he drew a deep breath to let it out slowly, rubbing at his shoulder to get some circulation back. “Home sweet home.”
Tara rocked on the balls of her feet a little and smiled contently as she flicked on the living room light. She shrugged out of her coat, dropping it onto the recliner so she could move over to her husband. She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him down onto the sofa with her. “I love you, perfect daddy of my perfect wee boy.”
Lachlan kissed her softly, smiling against her lips. “I love you right back, sweetheart.” He looked at their son, sleeping peacefully in a swaddle of blue fluff, nothing but his face visible. “I cannae believe he’s still sleeping.”
“He must know being home is all good,” Tara decided, leaning forward to watch the baby intently. She chewed on her lower lip, not really sure what was supposed to come next now they had just brought their first child home from the hospital. “What now?” she whispered, glancing back at her husband.
Lachlan’s eyes were on the baby, a satisfied and content smile on his lips. “I dinnae know…” he admitted, his tone as equally as hushed as his wife’s. “He’s perfect, aye?”
Tara nodded with her smile. “Abso-fucking-lutely.” They fell silent for a few moments before she spoke again. “…we could just stay here and watch him sleep,” she suggested.
Lachlan rested his head on her shoulder, not taking his eyes off the newborn. “Aye. Sounds like a perfect plan,” he murmured.
Word Count | 707