Beetee stirred at the first sounds of crying. A quick glance at Wiress showed how much she desperately needed sleep. She was usually up in a flash if Coil made so much as a peep. Beetee slid out of bed carefully so he didn't disturb her, and hoped that the baby was just being fussy so he didn't need to wake Wiress to nurse.
Coil calmed when Beetee entered the room. If she wasn't hungry, then she must have just wanted attention, Beetee reasoned, since she had everything else she needed. Dry diaper, blanket, her little stuffed cat. He lifted his daughter from her crib to cuddle her in the nearby rocking chair.
"Why are you crying, my dear?" She cooed and grabbed at his glasses. "Don't you know you're going to wake Mama? She needs to be asleep so she can play with you tomorrow." Coil made more nonsense baby sounds, a spurt of syllables. "That's a good argument, I'll give you that." Beetee ran his fingers over Coil's fine baby hair, a tried and true way to calm her. "You need sleep too, or else you will be quite the grump tomorrow." Coil grasped one of his fingers as she nestled into his chest. He hummed a little bit, one of the songs he'd heard Wiress sing as a lullaby. Between the rocking, the stroking of her hair, and the song, Coil's eyes began to shut and she yawned. Beetee kept humming, admiring the baby in his arms. She was theirs. A product of him and Wiress. A mixture of their genes. Most people who saw her said she resembled Beetee more thus far, but Beetee caught every little part of Wiress in her. The way she blinked less when looking at your face, as though she could hear what you were thinking. The curve of her upper lip, the cupid's bow creating a natural pout. The way she was stubborn, wanting things a specific way, even at nine months old, Coil was very particular.
Beetee left these thoughts as a soft voice joined his song, singing the words to the tune he hummed. Wiress joined them at the rocking chair, gently holding onto Beetee's shoulders. Coil's breathing grew steady and her grip slackened. Wiress only took Coil out of his arms when they were fairly certain she would stay asleep. "Good night, I love you, pumpkin," Wiress whispered, placing the child back in her crib. They stayed silent as they backed out of the nursery and carefully left the door only open a crack.
"I tried not to wake you," Beetee whispered as they made their way back to the bed. Wiress shrugged.
"I wouldn't miss family time…" she smiled, the brilliant grin that had first attracted Beetee to her. She pulled all the covers up around her neck, warming herself up. "She'll be hungry in about two hours, so it doesn't matter." Beetee pulled her close against him.
"I still can't believe we're parents."
"Feels like we're still…" Wiress' voice drifted off.
"Kids?" Wiress nodded.
"But I wouldn't change it."
"Not for anything," Beetee agreed.