the peacefulness of the night did not go unnoticed to you.

after hours on your feet caring for your infant, not even three months old yet, the calmness of his nursery at night was lovely.

in the darkness you sit, the baby laying in your arms as you tilt the rocking chair back and forth.

he hadn’t yet fallen asleep, but by the his breathing evening out and coos less frequent, you can tell it’ll be any moment before he’s drifted off.

you run your index over his small nose, up and down repeatedly over his forehead, down his nose, again and again to soothe him.

“you, my love,” you begin, staring into the infant’s eyes. “look just like your father.”

the baby smiles up to you softly. you tap the end of his nose.

“hmm. you do. I bet you will be as handsome.”

if only you had known xaden was standing against the doorway watching before you spoke so highly of his looks.