[It is entirely possible Scott will not leave the doorway of the nursery without being cajoled. He can't 'listen' to the child's thoughts, after all; he's entirely reliant on his actual ears hearing the baby start to cry, a difficult prospect with his heart pounding in his throat.]
*she comes to stand next to him, chin on his shoulder, arm linked through his. her normally lovely hair is piled atop her head in a messy bun, her lids heavy*
Nothing very clear, but it's a dream nonetheless. It's still happy, it feels happy. *she smiles and wraps both arms around him, leaning into him* I promise you that.
[Leaning against the door frame, arms tight around her waist, watching their daughter sleep peacefully was incredibly comfortable.] Might be because she knows we're here.
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Are you going to keep watch all night, Scott?
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[He does relax a hair, breaking his sentinel's gaze at the crib long enough to press a light kiss against her temple.]
Baby might need something.
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She's dreaming now.
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She knows we've all had a long few days. Terribly considerate, really.
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