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Who: Zack, Naminé.
When: This morning.
Where: Their house, upper level.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Uh... Zack. Yeah, Zack's a good warning.
Summary: The obligatory baby log, k.
Even now, it was still hard to believe. Nevermind that Zack had spent the entire last nine months knowing that there would be a baby, their baby; that he had spent all of yesterday doing his best to help Naminé as she gave birth; that he had spent the night before taking care of that baby, making sure that she was all right, that Naminé was all right and that both of them got as much uninterrupted sleep as possible-the fact remained that it was difficult for Zack to get over that initial shock, surprise and excitement that had been plaguing him from the moment he had first found out that Naminé was pregnant.
Perhaps that was understandable, though. Sure, Zack had read a lot of books and talked to a lot of people and had time to grow used to things, but-that in no way equaled up to actually experiencing these things, did it? It was one thing for all of these happenings, but for Cherrilyn to actually be there, for Zack to be able to hold her and watch her...
No, as Zack saw it, that was something that was never, ever going to get old with him.
And it wasn't something he could find himself ever growing aggravated over, either. Despite the fact that Cherrilyn seemed content to wake up every couple of hours, whether it be to be fed or changed, and despite that Zack had taken it upon himself to answer every one of her little cries, so that Naminé could get some of that rest she had worked so hard for and earned. Sure, by morning he was tired as hell and he'd lost count of how many times he'd gotten up over the course of the night-whether because Cherrilyn had actually been awake or simply because Zack had wanted to check on her-but, no; there wasn't the slightest hint of aggravation or mental weariness to Zack.
All in all, he was rather pleased.
That didn't stop Zack from cheating a little, though, when morning came. It was just that Cherrilyn was so warm and soft and comfortable resting against his chest, and he was so tired and-well, so, yeah; he wound up falling asleep with the small infant in the bed he shared with Naminé, too tired to bother getting up and moving her back to her nearby crib. She was comfortable, he was comfortable, so-who would it hurt?
... besides. It was just for a little bit, as Zack saw it. If his daughter-his daughter-was true to form, she'd have him up again in a few hours, anyway. Wanting to be changed or fed or simply catching Zack's attention by shifting in his arms.
Until then, Zack'd enjoy that little peace and quiet (and sleep) whilst he could.
When: This morning.
Where: Their house, upper level.
Rating: PG.
Warnings: Uh... Zack. Yeah, Zack's a good warning.
Summary: The obligatory baby log, k.
Even now, it was still hard to believe. Nevermind that Zack had spent the entire last nine months knowing that there would be a baby, their baby; that he had spent all of yesterday doing his best to help Naminé as she gave birth; that he had spent the night before taking care of that baby, making sure that she was all right, that Naminé was all right and that both of them got as much uninterrupted sleep as possible-the fact remained that it was difficult for Zack to get over that initial shock, surprise and excitement that had been plaguing him from the moment he had first found out that Naminé was pregnant.
Perhaps that was understandable, though. Sure, Zack had read a lot of books and talked to a lot of people and had time to grow used to things, but-that in no way equaled up to actually experiencing these things, did it? It was one thing for all of these happenings, but for Cherrilyn to actually be there, for Zack to be able to hold her and watch her...
No, as Zack saw it, that was something that was never, ever going to get old with him.
And it wasn't something he could find himself ever growing aggravated over, either. Despite the fact that Cherrilyn seemed content to wake up every couple of hours, whether it be to be fed or changed, and despite that Zack had taken it upon himself to answer every one of her little cries, so that Naminé could get some of that rest she had worked so hard for and earned. Sure, by morning he was tired as hell and he'd lost count of how many times he'd gotten up over the course of the night-whether because Cherrilyn had actually been awake or simply because Zack had wanted to check on her-but, no; there wasn't the slightest hint of aggravation or mental weariness to Zack.
All in all, he was rather pleased.
That didn't stop Zack from cheating a little, though, when morning came. It was just that Cherrilyn was so warm and soft and comfortable resting against his chest, and he was so tired and-well, so, yeah; he wound up falling asleep with the small infant in the bed he shared with Naminé, too tired to bother getting up and moving her back to her nearby crib. She was comfortable, he was comfortable, so-who would it hurt?
... besides. It was just for a little bit, as Zack saw it. If his daughter-his daughter-was true to form, she'd have him up again in a few hours, anyway. Wanting to be changed or fed or simply catching Zack's attention by shifting in his arms.
Until then, Zack'd enjoy that little peace and quiet (and sleep) whilst he could.