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Sam's in an armchair, with a wee Elliot in her arms. The table and floor around them are littered with baby things, and it's apparent Sam's been there for a while. Elliot yawns, his flaily arms catching Sam in the nose. "Mmf." Sam snorts, stroking his hair and making a face at him.
He yawns again, rubbing his face into her shoulder, before shutting his eyes. Sam follows, resting her cheek against the baby's head.
Botherable. But shhh.
He yawns again, rubbing his face into her shoulder, before shutting his eyes. Sam follows, resting her cheek against the baby's head.
Botherable. But shhh.