Author's Note: It's been a while since I updated this, but I didn't magically gain ownership of Blindspot. So, once again, don't sue.

I've actually been working on this chapter on and off for months… but they say if you do things on January 1st, you'll do it all year, and I like that idea, so I decided today was the day to finish this chapter!


Kurt Weller had always been a light sleeper. Even as a child, the smallest noise could rouse him from slumber. This hyperawareness had served him well in his adult life. When he was still a young field agent, he was always alert, listening for any sound, any slight disturbance that could signal a threat. This instinct had helped him rise quickly through the ranks and earn the respect of those around him.

But now, instead of a snapping twig or a creaking floorboard, different noises caught his attention. Her gentle stirring, her arm reaching out, stretching in her sleep. Sometimes a slight whistle, especially right after she ate. Even just the sound of her breathing, those quiet breaths that let him know everything was all right.

It was just before 3:00am when he heard it – the quiet way her lips smacked together. He quickly looked over at Jane. Still asleep, he noticed. Good. Kurt carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to disturb his wife any more than necessary. Over the past few weeks, he'd learned that if he could get to Lilly fast enough, if he could calm her down, she wouldn't scream – and wake up Jane and a few of their neighbors in the process.

He quietly opened the door, stopping it just before it squeaked. He couldn't help but smile. Lilly was still half asleep, her lips still suckling at the air. Her right arm stretched up as her bright blue eyes fluttered open. "Hi Lilly," he whispered softly, scooping her up in his arms. "Let's go get that bottle, okay?"

He carried Lilly into the kitchen, cooing at her the whole way. He carefully mixed Lilly's bottle as her quiet fussing grew more demanding. "I know, I know, sweet girl, here it is, no need to wake mommy, okay?"

Kurt held the bottle up towards Lilly's mouth, and she immediately latched on, her lips smacking together as she drank, a small trail of formula dribbling down her chin. Kurt gave a small laugh, "You could be a little neater," he whispered, gently wiping away the milk.

He couldn't help but stare in awe at his daughter while she drank. It was hard to believe that just a year ago, she hadn't even existed. Life had changed so much in the past three months. Somehow, even after everything they'd been through, they'd still created her, this perfect little being.

"Careful, girl, slow down a little," Kurt gently pulled the bottle from his daughter's eager lips. "Don't fuss at me, just a little break." He gently rubbed her back until he heard the tell tale burp. "See, that wasn't so bad." He lowered her back into his arms, returning the bottle to her. "And this time we didn't even get spit up all over daddy's back."

Kurt leaned back on the couch, watching his daughter's tired eyes grow heavy as she finished the bottle. He gave her back one last rub as she let out a tired burp. Holding her close, he quietly walked back into the nursery, laying her down in the crib. He let out a happy sigh, gently rubbing his hand over Lilly's soft wisps of hair. "Good night, Lilly," he whispered, leaning down to give his daughter a quick kiss on the forehead, before returning to bed himself.

He slid back under the blankets, grateful that Jane was still asleep. He scooted over, until he was right next to her, wrapping his arms around her. He heard Jane's quiet sigh as she snuggled into his embrace. Kurt quickly fell back to sleep himself, hearing Lilly's quiet breathing over the monitor.