9:54 PM

Emilia was up, of course she was. She'd already been fed her dinner, her diaper changed and she was tucked in, but it took way more than that to make a two month old to go to sleep. August turned over to you, taking in your sleeping form. you had a long day.

You had returned home that day immedietly dropping your bag and rushing to your husband, telling him about your annoying co-workers and boss and how they'd really ground your gears this time around. August had held you as you confided in him, offering gruff hums and nods to ensure he was listening.

After, he had brought you to bed, ensuring that if everything wasn't okay by tomorrow, he'd go and take care of it himself. He then tended to Emilia, mixing up her formula, feeding and rocking her until she fell asleep.

...But she was awake again.

August had stood from his bed with a sigh, bones popping as he stretched and moved toward's the nursery room. The crib rocked with Emilia's wailing, her father tiredly smiling before scooping her up.

"Up ye go, Schatzi."