Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Adelaide.
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Teresa is breastfeeding days old Adelaide as Patrick sits on the edge of the hospital bed in front of her.
Keeping a hand on her breast, she looks up at Patrick. Seeing a haunted look in his eyes as he looks at his newborn daughter, she opens her mouth to say something, but then doesn't. What could she possibly say?
Instead, she bites her bottom lip and turns back to her child. Once she's done feeding, she sits her upright and hands her over to her father without a word.
Patrick burps her and once she falls asleep again, he looks down at this innocent child in his arms. He swore that he going to do everything he could to make sure nothing happened to her.
Brushing her baby cheek, then wrapping her up tight and placing her in the bassinette, Patrick turned back to where Lisbon has since pulled up her gown, and is gingerly resting back against the bed pillows.
He sat on the edge of the bed again, and looked at his sleeping daughter who looks so much like him - minus her mother's nose! He's startles when he feels Teresa's hand running up his back. Turning with tears in his eyes, he looks down to her understanding eyes.
'Hey. It will be okay - we're not going anywhere,' said Teresa, bracketing his cheek.
Nodding dumbly, he covered her hand with his.
He squeezes her hand, before he pulls back. 'I need to go somewhere - but I'll be back.'
Teresa nods her head. He placed a gentle hand on his newborn daughter's chest with a whispered 'bye sweetheart', before picking up his jacket and leaving.
Once he's gone, Teresa lets out a shuddering sigh. 'Let's hope your daddy comes back okay. Hmm?' she says to her sleeping daughter.
It's a long afternoon, and as the sun sets, Patrick has still not returned.
Pushing aside her worries, she lavishes all her attention on her daughter.
Finally, unable to avoid her need for sleep, she falls back on the pillows, slipping into a doze.