A/N: Fourth in the tumblr drabble series, prompt from gorgeousmeryl - "36 (Precious Treasure) and Cobert of course."
Robert shut the door behind him, the noise startling Cora out of her light doze. He beamed at her as she straightened herself against the headboard and nodded toward the small bundle in her arms. "Is she sleeping?"
Cora dropped her eyes to the baby. "No, she's awake. Come here, darling." Despite her obvious fatigue – the labor had been very hard, Robert had been told – the moment she smiled, her entire face lit up, and he responded in kind.
Crossing the room, he sat tentatively down beside her upon the bed. The first thing he did was kiss her cheek and brush unruly locks from her brow. Then he peered between the folds of the fluffy white blanket where a pair of dark brown eyes stared back at him. The baby wriggled a trifle, an arm escaping. Robert touched her fingers carefully, an expression of complete joy upon his face.
"Darling," he whispered without taking his eyes off his daughter, "she looks just like you."
As she watched her husband's face, Cora couldn't stop warm tears of joy – and probably exhaustion – from falling down her cheeks. "Except her eyes. She has your papa's eyes."
"Yes, she certainly does." He finally turned his head from the baby, although keeping her hand in his. "Cora, please don't cry."
"I can't help it," she murmured, smiling. "My heart is so full right now."
Robert ran his finger along her cheekbones, wiping away her tears as best he could, then leaning up to kiss her forehead. "So is mine. Our little Lady Mary."
Taking a deep breath, Cora closed her eyes, then opened them. "Robert?" she asked, her voice timid. "You're – you're not disappointed are you? That the baby isn't a boy?"
Gazing at his wife, then turning to smile at Mary once more, he shook his head. "No." Lifting his head, he held her eyes with his, his hand sliding into her hair and cupping the back of her head. "No," he repeated. "Apart from you, our beautiful baby daughter is my most precious treasure."