Because the world needs more fluff.
I don't own anything but the fluff. I don't necessarily want to own anything but the fluff, either, come to think of it.
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Stephen was rubbing his temple. He felt exhausted. He had spent most of the night reading in his astral form, the cloak helpfully flicking the pages at regular intervals while keeping guard over both his body and his daughter.
Stephen held his lightly moving firstborn to his shoulder with one hand as he moved along the shelves in the library of Kamar-Taj, searching for the text that he needed.
He had almost decided to give up and just read something else, when Alice started crying. Gently shushing her, he did his best to focus long enougn to soothe his daughter. A tap on his shoulder startled him lightly, proof of just how hard he had been working lately.
When he turned around, Wong was wordlessly holding out the book he needed, along with two scrolls he assumed were relevant to the topic, and gestured for him to hand the baby over. Taking the offered items somewhat awkwardly with his free hand and then gently handing his baby girl into the keeping of someone who had actually rested recently, Stephen stood back and watched one of the toughest men he'd ever met coo over the cutest person he knew.
When Elice came to find them later, she found their Sorcerer Surpreme slumped in a corner chair, fast asleep, and Wong was sorting scrolls, baby sleeping against his shoulder.
Family doesn't always look the same, but always feels like love.
Smiling, she went to settle books on the higher shelves, so Wong didn't have to put down their niece, in all the ways which mattered.