A/N: Sorry it took so long! Now, this one's a little on the short side - so I plan on getting the next one out soon!
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"I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
Steven wakes up from a nightmare.
His room is dark, with only the low light of stars and a quarter moon coming in from the window. His yellow pajamas are sticking to his sweaty skin. He pulls at his collar to peel it away from his neck. His hand stays at his throat, feeling his heighten pulse beat on his neck. He brings his hand down to his chest, feels his heart pounding and feels his chest filling and deflating rapidly.
His vision is blurred with tears, and he rubs at his eyes. His fingers feel the trail on his cheeks as new tears roll down. His breath hiccups, and he looks around.
Garnet approaches. Without thinking, he lifts his arms up, like a child asking for his mother to hold him, and she complies. She holds him in her arms and sits on his bed.
He typically hates his smallness, but now he relishes in his size, as his body is completely encased in Garnet's strong embrace. He thinks it ironic, just for a moment, that Garnet, known for her strength and power and might, is holding him tenderly, gently.
But his brain goes back to his nightmare, and he pulls himself deeper into Garnet's embrace to push out the thoughts. He mumbles into her, "I had a nightmare."
"You're safe here, Steven," is all she says, but, as always, she seems to know that is exactly what he needs to hear.
Slowly, he calms down. His tears stop, his heartbeat levels, and he can breathe again. But he doesn't want Garnet to leave him. Now, though he feels better, he fears feeling the fear of the nightmare again.
Garnet seems to know. "I'm going to stay right here until you fall asleep."
He nods, so she sets him down on the bed and pulls the covers up to his chin. She leans down, gives him a gentle kiss on his forehead, then sits at the end of the bed.
She says, "Focus on your breathing."
He obeys. In the darkness, with his eyes closed, he feels his chest lift then feels it lower. It seems like only a moment has passed, as suddenly he opens his eyes and it's light out.
The living room. He's on the couch. He feels bigger – taller, maybe. Definitely not as small. He feels a tickle on his neck – it's his hair! It's long now.
He feels weight in his crossed arms, and he looks down to see a baby. She's swaddled, sleeping, a full head of dark hair but still so small.
He can't stop looking at her: her rosy cheeks, her thick eyebrows, her twitching lip. He feels his mouth open, widen, into a large smile, so large his cheeks hurt, and he hears a laugh beside him then a hand on his back. He gets a kiss on his head but he can't stop looking at the baby in his arms.
The baby fusses and twists in her blanket. Her eyes squeeze shut before they open.
His voice catches in his throat as he stares into the big, bright, brown eyes that stare directly into his.
Suddenly he's crying happy tears, though he doesn't notice until he feels salt on his lips, but he can't stop looking at her eyes.
He feels the hand on his back move in circles, comforting him. Lips press against his ear as a voice whispers, "Look at her eyes."
The voice sounds familiar, and he's positive he knows the owner, but in the moment he can't place it. But he replies light an airy voice, "I can't stop looking at them. I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
The voice giggles into his ear and says, "I could look at her forever."
He agrees. He thinks about looking at the person beside him with the familiar voice, smile at them, but the thought of looking away from the baby and her big brown eyes, even for a moment, isn't what he wants. So he keeps looking at the baby in his arms, and he can't stop smiling, and the hand on his back continues to circle, and he feels so happy, easily one of the happiest moments in his whole life.
He awakes in the morning, happy. He rubs his eyes as sunlight pours into the window, and he looks around for Garnet.
She comes through the temple door, and he pushes off his covers and runs to her. He tells her all about the dream he had, about how different he felt, about the baby in his arms, and about her brown eyes.
And as he speaks, he realizes that the voice sounded a little like Connie's, but he leaves that part out of the story, and he doesn't realize that Garnet reads him like a book and hides her knowing smiling.
