A/N: These are the drabbles I've previously posted on Tumblr, that exclusively features Finn and Lily. Also Rachel =P
He shuffles slowly towards the nursery, trying to make as little noise as possible. It's three in the morning and he had been startled awake almost ten minutes ago. Once he realized he was home, and wasn't being chased by Godzilla, he had realized that Rachel wasn't next to him. The baby monitor was also oddly quiet.
He pushes the door open with a soft creak, and sure enough, there's Rachel slumped on the rocking chair, fast asleep. She looks exhausted, and as he comes closer, he notices the slight trail of drool. He grins. She'll never admit to it come morning. He shuffles closer, contemplating on whether to wake her or to just carry her back to their room, when he hears a noise coming from the cot.
He turns curiously towards it and grins as he looks down. Large brown eyes are looking up at him as Lily grabs her foot. She looks at him solemnly as he leans down, tufts of her newly sprouting brown hair all over the place.
"Hey there Lily," he whispers as his fingers curl around the wooden frame. "Watcha doin' up at this hour little lady?"
She still looks at him solemnly, and he chuckles when she pulls one sock-clad foot up into her mouth. He feels that warmth feeling spreading in his heart again, the one he gets every time she does something amazing (which is all the time. Just her existence amazes him.). His hands itch to pick her up, but Rachel had warned him about not letting her get used to it.
"We need to teach her to be independent Finn. She can't think that we're always going to pick her up if she makes a scene."
Seeing his baby girl cry her little heart out kinda killed him a little, but he got his wife's point.
Still.
"It's all mummy's fault," he whispers to his daughter, as she eyes him. At three months old, Lily's learning all the ways to break the rules they've set for her. Most of them involves her wide toothless smile, and her small tiny arms waving up towards him. He chuckles softly, taking a discreet glance at Rachel, who is still out like a light, before turning back towards Lily.
"What the heck," he murmurs softly, reaching forward to place his hands just under her armpits, picking her up. He could have sworn the smile on her face looks almost like Rachel when she gets her way. "Just for a second," he warns her, holding her close with one arm, while the other brushes over her nose with his pinkie finger.
Lily grabs it in her tiny hand as she garbles in her baby speak, her small fingers curling around it tightly. He stares at it, feeling amazed once again at how such a tiny little thing could fill his heart with this much joy. She tugs his finger, her grip firm. She's a strong one, his little Lilyput.
And she's going to take his world by storm, he just knows it.
Just like her mother.