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teletubbies
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She's been working late every night this week, between the firm and the theater and it's overwhelming her just a little bit because she loves her work so much but ever since she had the baby, all she wants to do is be at home with her husband and her daughter and their little family.
They had talked for a while about her not even going back to work, just staying at home and being a mommy, at least for a while, and frankly she hasn't ruled it out. She's been afraid that if she didn't have her work she'd be unfulfilled professionally and instead she finds that working makes her unfulfilled emotionally. When they say you can't have it all, they really mean it.
Harvey, however, had been amazing. He was so present and totally enraptured by their little one and was being fully supportive of her in any way she wanted. He'd said that whatever she wanted to do, they would make it work. He had started working from home more and more, making sure to come home early and leave late. She never thought that the person who would have the most trouble letting go of work after being a parent would be her.
She's so lucky to have him, sometimes it astounds her.
That thought is running around her mind as she opens the door, making her way down the hall of their townhouse and dropping her keys on the counter.
He's sitting on the couch, back to her, and she can hear Tinky Winky and the other Teletubbies on in the background and she smiles. He hates it, but their little bug loves it so he manages.
When she turns the corner to greet him, she feels tears pool at the corners of her eyes. He's there on the couch, shirt sleeves rolled up, vest still on, folders on his lap as he sorts through paperwork. But the best part is their daughter, cradled in the crevice of his arm as he tries to juggle all the briefs and memos.
God, she loves him so much.
"Hey," he greets her softly with a smile, so as to not wake the sleeping tot in his arms.
She doesn't say anything, she just toes off her heels, sits down next to him and cuddles into his side.
"You okay?" He asks, concern evident in his voice.
"I am now," she responds.
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