𝓣𝓸𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 - 4

New Parenthood

"I don't ever want to hear you apologize for that again," Tom says as he looks at you, and even though it's dark, you can see the skeptical eyebrow he raises, "Seriously. . . it isn't your fault she cries, that's literally all babies do. . . and you aren't the only one responsible for the alarm, I set one but she just woke up before it went off."

You can't stop the small smile appearing on your lips. "You set an alarm to feed her?"

Tom shrugs. "Sure I did. . . you were up with her all night yesterday, and besides, there's like a liter of milk in the fridge from when you pumped all day. I may be a man, but I try my hardest not to be completely useless. "

"Hm, you're doing surprisingly okay," you say with a small smile, and Tom lets out a hum as he falls back down on the pillow.

"Glad to hear it," he says in a chuckle, and you lean your head against the rocking chair as you close your eyes. You sit in silence for a second, the two of you in the semi-dark of the bedroom, the only dim light coming from a star-shaped nightlight plugged into the wall near the crib.

Then, after a minute, you suddenly inhale sharply and look down at your baby. "Ouch. . . Fucking hell, she bites, too."

The moment the words are out of your mouth you know what Tom is going to say, and your eyes snap up to look at him. He's laying back, eyes closed, but you watch the corners of his mouth twitch up into a growing smirk.

"Don't you dare say it," you tell him, and Tom's smirk grows, eyes remaining closed as he lays on his back facing the ceiling

"Say what?" He says with false innocence, and when you say nothing, he lets out a breath, opening his eyes, before sitting up. He moves his legs to the side of the bed and gets to his feet.

"You want a glass of water?" He asks you, and you nod as your head lays back against the chair's headrest.

But then you grimace again as you feel the same sudden feeling on your chest. "Owh. . . I'm not sure I like it when she does that."

"You like it when I do it," Tom says coyly, and you give him a look as he passes you by.

"You're the worst," you deadpan, shaking your head, "I knew you wouldn't be able to let that one slide."

You hear Tom's chuckle as he starts walking towards the kitchen.

"Almost as if you know me too well," you hear him joke before disappearing from your sight, you raise your eyebrows for a second even though he can't see you.

"I'm married to you," you let out, "I should hope I know you well enough."

You hear Tom's footsteps as he comes back into the room, "In that case, here you go, wifey."

He sets the glass of water down on a little table next to the rocking chair, and you give an appreciative hum, before frowning slightly as your head lays against the headrest, eyes closed.

"God, we have to see our parents tomorrow," you say through a groan, and Tom lets out his own sigh, hand coming up to rub his forehead.

"I thought we'd agreed to cancel that," he says, and you groan.

"I don't think either of us did cancel it, though," you inform him, and he lets out another breath, shaking his head.

"Brilliant," Tom says, and you open your eyes to look at him standing opposite you, one hand on his hip and the other clutching his water.

"Maybe it's good," you say with a shrug, "We have been in the newborn bubble a little."

Tom stands in front of you, taking a few sips of his own water before putting in down as well.

"I happen to enjoy our little bubble, love," Tom says through a breath as he leans down, and you feel him press a kiss to your forehead before he looks down at the baby.

"Is she finished?" He asks you, and you look down.

"Think so," you say softly as you feel her unlatch, her small eyes half-closed as she starts to get sleepy.

"Here," Tom says, arms reaching down towards you, "Give her to me, I'll put her down."

You nod, before sitting up straight to hand him the baby.

"Come on," Tom says through a strained breath as he takes the half-asleep newborn from your arms, "Come sit with daddy for a bit,"

You swallow slightly, trying to hold your coy smile at the nickname, but Tom notices and lets out a soft tut, shaking his head.

"Let's give mummy a moment to compose herself, hm? She's acting like an absolute animal."

You let out a soft chuckle as Tom walks away with your daughter in his arms, starting to pace gentle circles around the room as he rocks her over his shoulder.

You grab the glass he'd set down next to you and practically empty it, your mouth feeling a lot less dry when you're done.

"What time are they coming?" Tom asks you in a quiet voice as you get to your feet, and you peer at the alarm clock for a second.

"In about 7 hours,"

"God," Tom mutters, before pacing another circle, patting the baby's back.

"Alright, you sleep," he assures you, "She's pretty much nodded off anyway, it won't take long."

You don't argue with him as you nod with a hum, before crawling back into bed. "Don't forget to burp her,"

"What exactly does it look like I'm doing, darling?" Tom asks you, and you can hear the raised eyebrow in his tone, which makes you smile into your pillow.

"You're a good daddy," you mutter, your voice the same coy undertone as earlier.

"Pervert," Tom says almost immediately, tutting jokingly with a shake of his head and a smile.

You bury your head further into the pillow and let out a sleepy chuckle as you feel yourself fall back into slumber.

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