Waking: Crying
A drabble of 100 words
By December21st
Elizabeth woke. Katherine Weir, at three months old, hadn't slept through the night yet, and was bawling her need for food. Elizabeth shuffled to the crib, groggily lifting the infant to her breast. Kit had already caused enough chaos in her short life. Starting with a surprise pregnancy, then a hearing where both Elizabeth and John had very nearly lost their jobs, but for Rodney handing the magistrate a thick file containing the resignations of three-quarters of the personnel on Atlantis. And finally, a promise to grow old together from the sleep-deprived Colonel currently clasping a pillow over his head.