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"I wanna see your face.", Nino cooed as he pushed the small blanket aside, adjusting his seat on the edge of the bed. Alya grinned tiredly while he leaned against her a bit, not to lose balance with the small bundle in his arms.
The tiny face of their daughter came into view and Nino smiled wider, softly brushing over her squishy cheek.
"Hey there, little girl.", he whispered, entranced by his daughter's sleeping face, "You're as beautiful as your mother."
Alya laughed quietly and nudged his side, then slid further into the sheets since she got a little cold.
"You sap. I'm not beautiful right now."
Nino just waved it off before quickly bringing his hand back to the baby's face again.
"You're always beautiful and you know it."
They both grinned while Alya already dozed away a bit. It really had been a long night for them. A glance to the clock on the hospital's nightstand told her it was just after five in the morning.
She sighed and nestled deeper into the blanket, sighing contently as she began to feel warmer. She knew Nino would care for their baby. She already felt herself slipping into a well owned sleep as Nino quietly spoke up again, oblivious to her exhaustion.
"… Can you believe it?", he asked, cradling their daughter closer to his chest and began to gently sway from side to side, "We did this… We made her… And now she's here and she's a tiny human. She's gonna grow and she's gonna learn and explore the world and-… And she'll always be our baby girl… It's so amazing she's here now…"
Alya huffed lightly, adjusting so she could lie on her side now, facing Nino. She lazy slumped an arm over his lap, burying her nose in the pillow.
"You didn't have to be in labor for eighteen hours just to get her here and you didn't need to carry her around for nine months, dork. And now shh, Maman's tired."
Nino chuckled and gently placed the tiny baby in the crib next to the bed, then he was about to turn around to Alya but his gaze once again caught a movement and he just couldn't turn away. His daughter opened and closed her incredibly tiny hand and he reached in, letting her take his finger. Her hand closed and her fingers didn't even manage to fully close around his thumb. He squeaked at the cuteness, grinning from one ear to another as she opened her hand again and moved it away, probably to get more comfortable.
He bent down, placing a soft kiss on the baby's forehead, before turning to Alya. She laid on her side, one hand reaching out for him, her face pushed into the pillow, and was sound asleep. He laughed silently and kneeled down beside the bed, kissing her forehead as well.
"Sleep well, beautiful."