“‘m not sleepy,” Leah mumbled softly. “Not. Just.. unwrap your things. Please.” She used one hand to rub at her eyes and the other cradling her baby. It was the first Feast of the Winter Star you had as parents. It had been a challenge, certainly.

Both of you had been up late the night before attending to your newborn. Whether you’re as tired as her she didn’t particularly care (and not in any malicious way). She just looked half asleep herself sitting there but she had to see you open gifts.

The feast had been a delight that day, though Leah was relieved to have this moment with you. She didn’t want to miss it for the world, sleep schedule be damned.

Her head lolled and she snapped back to attention, earning some soft protests from the bundle in her arms. “Sorry, sorry,” she soothed gently. She blinked forcefully in an attempt to wake herself up.