A/N: So this is a place for me to put some scenes that have been spilling out of my head and making my doc manager rather cluttered. I'll leave it to you to decide when and where they belong. I'll also be jumping around on timelines, so characters that exist in some stories might not exist in others. I'm still actively writing all of my other stories, but this will hopefully help fill the gaps between updates.
"Arthur... Arthur!"
If there is such a thing as a whispered shout, his wife has mastered it. He springs one eyelid open to find her gaze on him, shining with amusement.
His sleepy answering hum is low and undetected.
She's biting her lip in an expression years have taught him to identify as her pre-squealing face, when she is just barely holding back a rush of emotion.
"We made a thing," she whispers, beaming at him in all of her beautiful, frizzy, exhausted glory.
His lips stretch into an answering grin and he tightens his hold on her hand, resting just below the small, sleeping bundle between them on the narrow bed.
"I know," he chuckles softly. "It's really weird, isn't it?"
Their attention shifts to the thing in question.
"She's like an alien, or something," Gwen giggles.
"I hope not," he jokes. "Since I'm fairly sure I put her there."
She waggles her eyebrows in response.
"Although...her head is a little funny looking..." he says after a moment of consideration.
"Shh! That's my spawn you're talking about," she grins. "She can have whatever-shaped head she wants."
Arthur's hand hovers light as a feather over his daughter's tiny middle before he lays it there gently. As Gwen's hand comes to rest next to his to complete the soft gradient, they fall into an awed silence at the strange magnificence of things.