A/N: Based on tumblr prompt: Imagine your OTP sleeping together, with their baby/ies between them.
I should change my alarm sound to a recording if her cries. It marveled her how something quieter and further away from her could wake her up faster than her alarm clock could. Myka knew it was her turn, she knew it wasn't worth arguing. Her hair was sticking to her face with sweat, the summer months were hot, and they didn't have an AC. She pushed her hair out of her face and started toward her daughter's room.
She crept down the hallway of the bed and breakfast, careful not to wake Steve or Claudia, and hoping that the baby's cries hadn't woken them yet. Abigail had allowed them to use Myka's old bedroom for the baby, so they didn't have to move somewhere else. She loved that idea at the moment, a baby was enough of a financial strain without worrying about a mortgage. She knew a more stable environment down the road would be necessary. But right now it was nice, raising her daughter surrounded by the family.
Myka listened outside of the door before she entered. She may have soothed herself back to sleep. But that didn't happen often, and as per usual, it hadn't happened this time either. Myka opened the door quietly, and was greeted by her fifteen-month-old, who was standing at the rails, waiting for one of her parents to open the door. As soon as Myka entered, the wails stopped, and were replaced with laughter. Myka couldn't help it, she shook her head and laughed. "Faker." She said. In reality, this was a good thing. Her fake cries were funny and a bit annoying, but usually led to real cries, and those scared her because they got really bad really quick. She would sometimes throw up, or be unable to catch her breath, and Myka had decided she preferred her child breathing rather than not breathing. If she caught it early enough, then there wasn't a problem.
"Mumma!" The baby yelled, pointing at Myka. Her grin was infectious. Her curly brown hair was plastered to her head, and her brown eyes were wide open. "Mumma!" She said again.
"Ginny!" Myka matched the toddler's enthusiasm. She picked her up and held her close. Ginny took Myka's face in her hands and kissed it with a loud "ma!" She dragged out the 'm' for a few seconds before letting go, and she looked at her mom, waiting for a response.
"That was a very big kiss for Mumma, thank you sweetheart!" She showered the toddler with kisses, starting at her head, and slowly making her way down to her belly, where she blew a raspberry. Ginny giggled in response. Myka sniffed, and smelled something that was now all too familiar a smell.
"Imogen Rose Lattimer, you have a stinky bum!" This made the toddler laugh. She always laughed when Myka used her full name. When Myka found out she was pregnant, she and Pete had argued about names. She felt it was important to use one name from Shakespeare, as it was a family tradition (Myka's middle name was Ophelia, Tracy's was Viola) and Myka wanted to continue that. Pete was fine with it, even fine with using a first name instead of a middle name. But he was set on Juliet. "That's too cliché" Myka had complained. So many names to choose from, and Pete picks the most common one of the bunch. After months of arguing, they had settled on Imogen. Myka had loved her, tender and loyal, and the name was just common enough to not be too strange, but different enough to be unique. Pete conceded, and chose Rose as a middle name. Claudia had been the one to give her the nickname Ginny.
Myka laid Ginny down on the change table and changed her diaper quickly. She glanced at the clock, it was just after three in the morning. She sighed. "What do you think, time to go back to sleep?" She asked the baby. Ginny rubbed her eyes and yawned. She was zoned out and out of focus, all signs that told Myka she was exhausted. But Ginny began clawing at Myka's shirt. "Are you hungry?" Myka crooned. Nursing Ginny usually put her straight to sleep. Myka yawned. She was exhausted, and just wanted to lie back down. "Do you want to come eat in Mumma and Daddy's bed?" She looked at her daughter, who just blinked back in reply. Myka didn't know why she expected an answer. "Let's go!" She said. She walked out of the nursery and into her new room, the room that was formerly just Pete's.
She flicked the box fan on and climbed into bed slowly, trying her hardest not to jar Pete awake. She placed Ginny down in between them and lifted her shirt over her shoulder. Ginny latched, and they both fell asleep.
"Dada!" Myka heard, and it woke her up. The little body lying next to her was wiggling. Myka opened her eyes, and saw the little one pointing. "Dada!" She yelled, pointing at Pete. She rolled her body over to snuggle next to him. Myka glanced at the clock. It was a little past six, so they had been asleep for a while, longer than she had expected.
"Shhhhh." She told the toddler, holding a finger up to her mouth. "Daddy is sleeping."
Ginny copied Myka clumsily. Her whole hand went to her mouth like a claw and she made a sound that resembled the shush. Myka stifled a giggle. Ginny then turned her head to look up at her father's sleeping form. "Dada!" She said again, grinning from ear to ear. Myka watched as one of Pete's eyes opened. She gave him a sympathetic look, she hadn't wanted to wake him.
His hand came out to stroke Ginny's hair. He smiled. "How are my girls?" He whispered. He looked content even when he was exhausted, Myka knew that this family was his dream.
Myka chuckled quietly. "She is such a daddy's girl." She watched as their daughter's eyes started to close again, soothed by her father's touch.
"I'm telling you, when you are gone, I swear she calls for you." Pete responded.
"Yeah, but look who she's turned to now that she's gotten everything she can from me." Myka pointed at the toddler, whose eyes were closed, and her mouth hung open.
"Yeah, I know." He answered. He shot Myka his famous grin, one she saw mirrored on their daughter's face day after day.
Myka stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "Yeah, she likes you so much, you can be the one who wakes up to her. No more taking turns!" She joked.
Pete laughed. "She likes me now. Just give it a few years. Soon she'll be curled up in your lap reading whatever Shakespeare play you have or War of the Worlds or something, learning a new language, and she'll have no use for me."
"You know another language! And we have been using it with her." Myka protested. She and Pete had taught Ginny some signs, which made it a bit easier to communicate effectively.
Pete sighed. "If she learns it now, when she gets older, she will want to learn a different language from you. Therefore your argument is invalid, and we still need to take turns."
Myka smiled in spite of herself and snuggled closer to Pete and Ginny. It didn't matter how warm it was in the room, the warmth from their bodies always comforted her, and today was no different. She felt Pete kiss her curls, and she smiled contently. She kissed Ginny softly on the top of her head. Soon, she was drifting back to sleep, huddled closely to the two most important people in her world.