OOM: Barty
Mordred had been born at night, the early hours after midnight. Maybe three maybe four, in the end it doesn't really matter. The day is important, not the time. Both had quickly fallen asleep, her arm curled around the baby's body and holding him close. She had been protective before he was born, she was not about to stop now that he was even more helpless.
Still.
Being awoken by crying is not pleasant. Oh, no it is not, but she's still on a strange high. And he settles down once she changes things and unties her nightgown.
Well.
'Settles down'.
He is a flaily baby, tiny fists and feet everywhere and blinking owlishly at the fuzzy world he can't see when she puts him on the bed and studies him.
He looks small, on the bed. And yet...she can't work out how exactly he fit instead her. It is a Mystery. Still, she has something she said she would do...
Barty?
Still.
Being awoken by crying is not pleasant. Oh, no it is not, but she's still on a strange high. And he settles down once she changes things and unties her nightgown.
Well.
'Settles down'.
He is a flaily baby, tiny fists and feet everywhere and blinking owlishly at the fuzzy world he can't see when she puts him on the bed and studies him.
He looks small, on the bed. And yet...she can't work out how exactly he fit instead her. It is a Mystery. Still, she has something she said she would do...
Barty?