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Oct. 5th, 2006 10:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_that_spikeSleep is such a precious damn commodity these days; he can't remember the last time he slept for more than a couple hours without little Beth waking them up and he knows it's only been two weeks, and he knows he should have listened when people warned him that he ought to get his sleep back before she was born, but hell, he figures everyone gets to figure out about parenting for themselves. Tired as he is, it surprises the hell out of him when he wakes up on his own -- no Beth, no Junior crying -- in the middle of the night. At least he guesses it's the middle of the night.
He gives his eyes a minute to adjust; Beth's eyes are closed and across the room Junior's quiet as a little clam in a closed-up shell. In the near-darkness, he smiles for no one but himself.
Well, damn. What do you know?
Next to him, Beth stirs slightly. He freezes, holding his breath: the last thing he wants to do is wake her up when it's not even feeding or changing time. What he doesn't do is close his eyes; seeing her relaxed like this is too sweet a sight.
(Click.)
He ought to close his eyes. He ought to force himself to go right back to sleep. The baby will wake up soon enough anyhow, but right now, he wants to watch Beth. After all, it isn't just anyone who gets to spend his most private moments with an angel.
He gives his eyes a minute to adjust; Beth's eyes are closed and across the room Junior's quiet as a little clam in a closed-up shell. In the near-darkness, he smiles for no one but himself.
Well, damn. What do you know?
Next to him, Beth stirs slightly. He freezes, holding his breath: the last thing he wants to do is wake her up when it's not even feeding or changing time. What he doesn't do is close his eyes; seeing her relaxed like this is too sweet a sight.
(Click.)
He ought to close his eyes. He ought to force himself to go right back to sleep. The baby will wake up soon enough anyhow, but right now, he wants to watch Beth. After all, it isn't just anyone who gets to spend his most private moments with an angel.
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Date: 2006-10-06 06:21 am (UTC)She can't see very well right after opening her eyes, but it doesn't take but a moment to realize there's no crying going on. And once her eyes get accustomed to the darkness, she notices Spike's awake.
"'s not even feeding time yet," she mumbles, smiling despite her sleepiness, and tosses her arm over him. "Get some sleep, would you?"
Her head turns so her face is buried in the pillow, as if she can find sleep again in there if she just looks hard enough, but the smile doesn't disappear.
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Date: 2006-10-06 06:33 am (UTC)Tired, he smiles and half a very quiet laugh escapes before he works one arm beneath her body and and rests the other one on top of hers, the one she threw so casually over his body.
Tired, he holds her closer, or at least as close as the tangle of arms and legs and bodies will allow.
Tired, he remembers walking into this room once a long, long time ago to see Beth wearing one of his Venusian vanilla shirts for the first time, dancing, singing a song to herself. It was a song he'd never heard before, but he still remembers it. For that memory and a million more, he presses a kiss to her forehead.
Tired, his head sinks back against the pillow and his eyes close.
He starts to think -- about whose turn it is to get up first next time the baby cries, or about how many diapers are left, or about telling his angel what Elaine said about the baby being so precious -- but he doesn't let himself finish those thoughts. Instead, when sleep presents itself this time, he opens the door and lets it in. Soon enough, some princess or queen will demand his attention.
He needs to be rested and ready when she does.
"Love you, Beth. Goodnight." Slowly, his breathing steadies and the soundtrack in his mind quiets to nothing more than a low constant hum before blinking off completely.