Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon.

Hello all. Been awhile. I did have this written, I just was lazy about typing it out.

I'm dedicating this little story to Sailor Jupiter. She was a loyal follower to 'Knocking at Your Door'. I will say that I know next to nothing about babies. So please, try not to hold that against me. This was the best I could come up with. I hope that you and anyone else who decides to read it will enjoy.

Reviews are lovely. Criticism is welcome. Good or bad.

Happy reading!

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"Lita."

A sleepy mumble was heard as green eyes tried and failed at opening.

"Lita. Wake up. It's your turn."

This time a grumpy grumble. Lita was now awake enough to notice the wailing cry of the 9 week old baby boy over the baby monitor. The sleep deprived brunette looked at the bedside clock.

"It's four o'clock in the morning." Lita ran a hand down her face before turning in the bed to look at her equally exhausted wife. "I just went a little after two."

"And I went about three." Was Amy's exasperated reply. "It's your turn." Blue eyes narrowed at Lita until the tall women made her way out of her warm bed and then out the door.

The bluenette closed her eyes and tried to get some much needed sleep. All the while thankful she was not needed at the hospital in a few hours like almost every other day of her life. As sleep stated to quickly over, she heard her wife talking to their son in the other room over the monitor.

"Now, now Precious. No need to cry. Mama's here." Amy smiled at the sing-song, yet tired, voice as it pulled her back awake. "I know, you would rather your Mommy was here as well, but she needs her sleep. Be a good boy so Mama can join her."

There was a moment of shushing sounds and Amy pictured her beautiful wife rocking their son in the rocking chair that Amara and Michelle got them. "You need rest as well. Proper rest will allow you to become smart like your Mommy."

"Shouldn't you be telling him that it would make him big and strong?"

Lita looked to the doorway to see a proud and loving smile on Amy's face. She smiled sweetly in return. "Maybe I want another you running around."

Amy walked over to take her son from Lita as she stood from the rocking chair. "There, there. Mommy and Mama are both here." The brunette felt the body heat of her wife as She wrapped her arms around Amy's waist and looked over her shoulder as she smiled at their son.

The little boy looked up at his mothers as his cries slowly dies down.

"It's amazing that the only time he's not crying or fussy is if he can see us both." Lita said amazed.

"We need to b careful or we will spoil him and end up with a Mama's boy."

"And Mommy's boy." Lita joked at the play on words of the old saying. "But would it be so bad for him to love us both so much?"

"No. I guess not. As long as he is still dependent on himself."

Lita smiled as Amy slipped from her arms and placed their now sleeping son in his crib. Even as sleep deprived as she is, She still could not help but feel that everything was perfect.

"Come on." Amy said as she reached for Lita's hand. "I want to hold my wife for the short time I'm aloud before he wakes once again." The bluenette pulled her wife out of the baby's room and back to their bed. She sighed in contentment as Lita snuggled into her smaller form.

"I love you, Amy."

Amy smiled at the half asleep declaration. She kissed the brunette on the top of her head. "And I love you."