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SLEEP
by kariesue
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Warm arms rocked the infant and paced across the room but the cries seemed inconsolable. Teyla felt like crying herself.
This child would not sleep.
John's arms now took him as his low voice tried to reason.
"Your Mom and I have some plans tonight and they don't include you being awake. So settle down. Please."
More cries but finally peace.
A kiss to his head and John grabbed Teyla's hand and pulled her toward the bedroom.
Door closed, clothing shed and sheets rustled.
Arms moved for comfort and then finally what they had been wanting for too long.
Sleep!
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