A high pitched desperate wail shredded the night's silence and echoed off the apartment's walls, plucking Cosima from her dreamless sleep. She opened her eyes with a groan and squinted, struggling to put things into focus without her glasses. Delphine's arm rested across her stomach and she carefully slid out of the blonde's embrace, eliciting a groan of protest at the sudden loss of contact. She stood up, fighting against the chilly air of the room as she made her way out but her attempts to be quiet were cut short when she knocked her hip into a chair and cursed beneath her breath.

"Cosima, what are you doing?"

Delphine's accent had become more pronounced, strengthened by her sleepy grogginess and the dreadlocked LEDA saw her sitting up in bed, still only partially awake as she followed Cosima who limped across the room.

"Go back to sleep. Its fine."

She disappeared down the hallway and shivered as she pulled her pajama top tighter around herself. The wails grew louder and inconsolable and didn't subsist when Cosima reached the room they came from. She leaned over the crib to pick up a small, crying bundle of blankets. Matty waved his tiny fists in the air as he bawled and sobbed, opening his toothless mouth incredibly wide for such a tiny human being as he succeeded in latching onto his mother's shirt. Cosima pulled him to her chest gently. She was just as frightened of hurting him as she had been of hurting Helena's twins two years before but the uneasiness was gradually fading and she was starting to find her footing when it came to taking care of the child. She picked up his pacifier but he threw it on the floor.

"Okay, no pacifier it is. What's wrong little guy?"

He wasn't teething, he didn't appear to be sick and he had eaten no more than an hour before, so what was wrong? She made a shushing sound as she lulled him but the newborn refused to calm down so she opted to take him for a stroll to the room she shared with Delphine.

"It's all all right Matty. I'm here now, Its okay."

She murmured. He felt fragile in her arms and she handled him with worried carefulness in the same way you would handle something easily breakable. She couldn't differ more from Delphine in that sense, the French woman was much more at ease with the child than she was and took care of him with that maternal aura Cosima still lacked.

"What's wrong?"

"No idea. He's not sick, his nappy is clean and he doesn't want his pacifier"

There was a dip in the bed when Cosima sat back on it and handed Matty to Delphine. The baby's crying turned into a series of hiccupping sounds as he placed his tiny hands against her chest.

"He's just hungry Cosima."

"How can he be hungry again? How much does he eat?!"

Delphine chuckled and lifted her shirt enough for Matty to latch on to her nipple. Cosima couldn't help but think that children were a bizarre, unexplainable thing. The two of them hadn't slept in a month (and according to Sarah and Helena, they weren't going to get rest anytime soon), they were exhausted already and in despite of the cuteness and overall adorableness the baby had, there were times where Cosima wondered why they had wanted to have a kid in the first place. He cried, ate at impossible hours and drove them crazy but nonetheless, the love both woman felt for Matty was infinite. In moments like this, when they were all reunited and a warm tenderness fell on the room Cosima was truly happy. She casted a look over Delphine whose features had softened in an enraptured expression, then pressed a kiss to her hair.

"He's perfect."

"No, he would be perfect if he slept through the night."

Delphine smiled at the clone's words.

"You're not the one feeding him every six hours. You don't get to complain Cosima."

The words were playful and the dreadlocked scientist knew not to take it personally. Initially she had thought Matty's arrival might strain their relationship but for the time being there hadn't been too many arguments and their roles were fairly well balanced. Of course she knew better than to think this peace would last, the lack of sleep was bound to make them irritable and prompt disagreements, but she also knew that Delphine and her would get through it. The newborn fell asleep shortly after in Delphine's arms, satiated and content and for a long moment Cosima stood watch over both of them, memorizing every tiny detail, every feature, every gesture. She felt at peace both with herself and the world and for a few blissful instants, she forgot everything else: DYAD, her fears, her tiredness. Only her family mattered and she would do everything in her power to take care of them.