Midnight Awakenings

A high-pitched wailing coursed through our room, stirring me from my deep sleep.

I lifted my head, trying to get the strength to lift myself up…and failed miserably. My head landed with a thud back down onto the pillow.

I reached over and gave Dimitri a small, but strong shove. He groaned, not liking being rudely awoken in the middle of the night.

"Comrade," I grumbled, my face buried in the pillow. "You're son is crying."

"He's our son," he grumbled back, his voice scratchy and coated with sleep.

"Between the hours of 10pm and 10am, he's yours," I answered, giving him another small push. He managed to pull himself out of our bed and I watched with one eye open as he trudged into the adjoining room in nothing but his boxers. I stayed with my head raised, listening intently until the crying quietened. I snuggled back down into the warm covers, knowing Dimitri was with the baby.

It wasn't long later when the crying stopped altogether and I heard Dimitri return into the bedroom.

It wasn't until he had climbed back under the covers that I realised he had our son is his arms. He lay the small bundle down beside me and I pulled him close to me, breathing in his beautiful baby scent. Dimitri settled himself and draped his arm around the two of us, holding us in a half embrace. I felt myself smile as he placed a kiss on the baby's forehead and then my forehead.

"Goodnight, Roza," I heard him mumbled before drifting back to sleep.