Guess who's decided to post all the rest of her Pydia stuff here?
Prompt was: screaming-towards-apotheosis: Here have a Pydia prompt! Soft, fierce, daughter.
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A familiar wail from the room next door woke him, with a groan he rolled out of bed and stood. Lydia slept like the dead -heh- so it always fell to him to look after their daughter at night.
With long familiar movement he scooped her up and gently started bouncing her. "Shhh, shhh dear. Don't want to wake mama." Talia's wail subsided into whimpers. "You hungry or just want a shoulder?" A sniff had told him that she didn't need her diaper changed; at least he'd dodged that bullet with Malia -though technically he'd dodged them all-.
After a few more bounces her whimpers turned into happy baby sounds and a smile twitched at his lips. "Six months and you're already taking after your mother," he'd long since lost track of how many times Lydia had fallen asleep curled up in his lap or next to him.
For a few moments he mentally debated on whether or not to just bring Talia back into his and Lydia's room, but he knew Lydia would harangue him in the morning over it. Giving a soft sigh he laid Talia back in her crib, tucking her minky blanket around her.
Eventually she settled again and he brushed some of her fiery hair. "Oh sweetheart, I'll destroy the world if you want me to." He'd do the same for Lydia if she asked him to.
They'd done it for him when he needed it most, it's only fair he return the favor.
