Baby


The baby was crying again.

Rose groaned and shifted; it was the third time this night. They'd gotten less than three hours of sleep at a time before their daughter began to crying again.

She was just about to step out and go check on their daughter when a warm hand stopped her movement, tucking her back in to the blanket.

"I'll go do it," Scorpius whispered, and Rose gave him a sleepy, tired smile.

Her husband smiled down at her, kissing her forehead and departing. Moments later, she heard the creaking of floorboards. The crying turned into low whimpers of discomfort, which disappeared altogether.

A warm, fuzzy tired feeling overcoming her, Rose rolled over and closed her eyes.


a/n - wc. 119.