"If that baby cries one more time I'm going to go sleep in the car and you can deal with it for the rest of the night." Lovino curled into his lover's side, aggressively nuzzling his chest.
"It's—she's—yours too. You have to deal with her just as much as I do." Antonio breathed, lazily wrapping his arms around him.
"You're the one who brought up adoption."
"You're the one who said yes."
"You're the one who picked out the adoption agency."
"You're the one who said it was alright."
"Well you didn't have to insist we get this one."
"You found her, you picked her." The Spaniard smiled and pressed a soft kiss to Lovino's hair.
"Whatever bastard, you're getting the next one." Lovino closed his eyes, settling into the soft peace of long-awaited slumber.
"Shit!" The smaller man shot up and was out the door before Antonio could even open his eyes.
"Lovi~?" Antonio groggily stood, following him out of the room. The baby's room was right next to their bedroom; Lovino had suggested (really, silently insisted) that it be as close as possible. Spain ambled through the doorway, blinking the sleep from his eyes.
"Lovi?" He repeated.
"Shut it, you idiot. She's sleeping." Lovino answered.
"What's wrong?" Spain whispered, tiptoeing over.
"Nothing. I just forgot to turn the monitor back on. And she looked cold." The Italian gently pulled her blanket up and tucked it in around her. Antonio smiled and wrapped his arms around the other, his chin resting on Lovino's shoulder as they watched their baby sleep. He squeezed his lover's hand, "Our Alazne, our little miracle."
