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Sep. 20th, 2006 09:03 pmShe's so warm and so soft and so damn tiny, and she smells like... like nothing he's ever smelled before, something innocent and sweet with the barest hint of wild, and her ten fingers are perfect, barely fit around his own index finger, but she sure as hell likes to grab onto him and he never ever in his whole life imagined he could feel this way. It's like he's a kid again and this --- all of it, everything -- is so brand new, so beautiful, so amazing, so perfect.
Just like her.
Just like baby Beth.
He's completely, utterly, unapologetically in love.
Carefully, he settles back into the middle of the bed, lets her rest against his chest while Beth's in the shower. His arms wrap around her like she's the most precious, most fragile thing in the universe because right now she is. She weighs almost nothing sleeping there against him, making the occasional little breathing or suckling noise, her tiny perfect hands wrapped around his fingers. Every now and then he peers down at her to see if she's awake, but she's just a newborn and she's sound asleep.
What a treasure. What a privilege. In her don't-bother-me-I'm-barely-born sleep, she twists just a little against the constraints of the blanket before settling right back down; his face melts into the softest, most content smile he thinks he's ever felt.
"Hey, Junior." His voice is a whisper. "You balance at the core when you kick or when you punch. The stance is the same. You breathe in deep, you find your center, and you let 'em have it." He moves his fingers so very slightly, leading her hands through a mock workout. Her body on his chest is no more than a tiny shadow, the size of a kitten or puppy. "I'm going to have to rethink my whole line about kids and pets." With a perfectly small smile on his face he lets his eyes close. This bounty hunter loves you, baby girl.
Just like her.
Just like baby Beth.
He's completely, utterly, unapologetically in love.
Carefully, he settles back into the middle of the bed, lets her rest against his chest while Beth's in the shower. His arms wrap around her like she's the most precious, most fragile thing in the universe because right now she is. She weighs almost nothing sleeping there against him, making the occasional little breathing or suckling noise, her tiny perfect hands wrapped around his fingers. Every now and then he peers down at her to see if she's awake, but she's just a newborn and she's sound asleep.
What a treasure. What a privilege. In her don't-bother-me-I'm-barely-born sleep, she twists just a little against the constraints of the blanket before settling right back down; his face melts into the softest, most content smile he thinks he's ever felt.
"Hey, Junior." His voice is a whisper. "You balance at the core when you kick or when you punch. The stance is the same. You breathe in deep, you find your center, and you let 'em have it." He moves his fingers so very slightly, leading her hands through a mock workout. Her body on his chest is no more than a tiny shadow, the size of a kitten or puppy. "I'm going to have to rethink my whole line about kids and pets." With a perfectly small smile on his face he lets his eyes close. This bounty hunter loves you, baby girl.
