Author's Note: I don't know if anyone is still interested in reading this story, but just in case anyone is I have finally gotten around to writing a second chapter. If you are reading this please let me know what you thought of this chapter with a review and let me know if I should continue! I have a lot more time on my hands now, and am in a better position to update more frequently! I hope you all enjoy this chapter :-)

Agathe couldn't prevent the deep sigh of contentment from escaping her lips as she settled back against the small cushions of the settee early the following morning, Liesl held safely in her arms as the two of them were covered by a soft blanket and the infant continued to suckle happily upon her breast as they shared skin-to-skin and their gazes were locked with one another's. Agathe wasn't ashamed to say that her heart raced with excitement whenever Liesl wailed for her feed because her daughter's feeding times were the times where she could just sit and cradle her in her arms whilst studying her beautiful features.

The two-week-old was the spitting image of her dashing father, what with her soft dark brown hair and her charming stormy blue eyes that never failed to make her mother melt whenever she gazed into them. She was truly stunning and Agathe knew that there wasn't another baby in the whole of Salzburg that was more beautiful than her lovely little Liesl. From the moment that she and Georg had begun courting just three years earlier she had known that she'd wanted his children. She had wanted a baby of her own to dote on for as long as she could remember and so when she'd fallen pregnant just two months after she and Georg had been announced man and wife she had truly been beside herself with joy.

'Mama has quite a hungry baby girl on her hands this morning, doesn't she my little love?' Agathe spoke softly to her daughter as she slipped one hand out from beneath her in order to smooth the backs of her fingers across Liesl's warm and tiny cheek, her heart swelling with deep love for her baby when she snuffled against her breast and shifted in her arms to snuggle against her. 'My beautiful girl.' Agathe whispered before dipping her head to press her rosy lips to Liesl's hairline in a long and slow kiss, breathing in her baby smell.

'And there I was thinking that it wasn't possible for me to love you more than I did when I woke up with you in my arms this morning.' The sound of Georg's gentle voice was what made her tear her gaze away from their precious baby girl a short time later, a radiant smile spreading across her lips as she gazed over at him and she could see the deep love that he possessed for her glistening in his midnight blue eyes as he approached the settee.

'And just how long have you been standing in that doorway for, Captain?' Agathe teased as he lowered himself down onto the settee beside her, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he pressed them to the side of her head in a tender kiss and wrapped his arm around her.

'Long enough to fall in love with you all over again.' He hummed into her ear after tucking several strands of strawberry-blonde hair back beneath it, the tips of his fingers dancing tantalisingly over the creamy skin of her bare shoulder as he pressed a kiss into her neck. 'Now come here and let me hold you.' His wife rolled her eyes good-naturedly at him before he unwound his arm from around her and shuffled back against the arm of the settee, allowing Agathe to shift backwards towards him until she was sat safely between his legs, his arms wrapping around her perfect waist as she leaned back into his chest with a sigh.

'I love it when you hold me like this when I'm nursing.' She whispered as she pressed her forehead into the side of Georg's neck and was able to feel him brushing his thumb slowly against her recently flattened belly through the floral material of her dress. 'You always make me feel so safe.' Her heart fluttered as he pressed a lingering kiss onto her hairline.

'I want to give you everything that your previous suitor failed to.' Georg murmured, his warm lips brushing against her skin. 'I know how much he hurt you, Agathe; how awful he made you feel about yourself, and I swear that if he hadn't had moved away I would've killed him for the way that he treated you. You deserve the world, my love, and I am never going to stop trying to give you that.' Agathe lifted her head slowly then, her eyes shining.

'You already have.' She smiled. 'All I've ever wanted is to have someone love me and make me feel special and you do that every day. You're my world, Georg, you and our daughter and I don't need anything else in order to be happy. You mean everything to me, darling.'

'And you mean everything to me.' He reassured her before grazing the tip of his nose against hers and revelling in the faint sigh of contentment that she released. He hooked his finger gently beneath her chin a few moments later before tilting back her head and allowing his gaze to drop from hers, down to her rosy lips as he brushed the pad of his thumb across them, and back again before drawing her face closer to his own and brushing the softest of kisses against her plump lower lip. Goodness, her lips were so perfectly soft.

'More, Georg.' She whispered as she slipped one arm out from beneath their daughter once again in order to reach back and cup the side of his neck in her small palm, Georg feeling a surge of love for her course through his veins as he saw the sparkle in her deep brown eyes before he cradled the back of her head in his hand and dipped his head to meet her lips with his own once more. Their kisses were soft and chaste for a time as Agathe held Liesl securely in one arm, their little girl continuing with her feed as their lips caressed with ease, yet took on a slightly more passionate nature when Georg allowed his tongue to dance slowly across the seam of her lower lip and a soft sigh escaped her as she smiled.

The tips of her fingers began to tease the dark hair at the nape of her beloved's neck when their tongues began to dance effortlessly together, Georg allowing his hand to tangle in her long tresses of beautiful blonde hair as his lips continued to move languidly over hers. 'My beautiful Baroness.' He breathed in-between perfectly executed kisses, allowing his fingertips to soothingly massage her scalp as she smiled preciously against his warm lips.

'My handsome Captain.' She murmured.

The two of them continued to draw out their slowly passionate kisses for several more minutes before the gentle grunts of their daughter prompted them to part and cast their gazes down to her, Agathe giggling as there was a slightly irritated look upon Liesl's face. 'Listen to me, Misses.' Georg chuckled as he reached down to stroke Liesl's cheek with the backs of his fingers. 'You have had your Mutti all to yourself for the last nine months; you have to share her with Vati now.' The infant simply snuffled up at him before turning in her mother's arms, Agathe aiding her in latching back onto her breast before she began to suckle once more. 'She's two weeks old and we're already fighting over you, my darling.'

His wife couldn't prevent the soft giggle from escaping her as he nuzzled her neck. 'Mmm, but it seems as though she's won this round, dearest.' She pointed out as she watched her husband stroke their beautiful baby's dark downy hair warmly with the tips of his fingers.

'She can win all of them as far as I'm concerned.' Georg brought his chin to settle upon her shoulder as the two of them watched Liesl take her feed. 'She's so beautiful and one of the things I love most about having the two of you in my life is getting to hold you both in my arms like this whilst you feed her. It's one of the most beautiful sights in the world.'

'If you knew just how deeply I love you, Captain von Trapp.' Agathe's voice was soft and low as she turned her head towards him, cupping the curve of his cheek in her small palm.

'I do know.' He reassured her with a kiss to the tip of her nose. 'I've never doubted your love for me, sweetheart, just as I hope you'll never doubt my love for you.'

'Never.' She smiled. 'Never in a million years.'

It was later that afternoon when Georg was laying silently atop the bed that he shared alongside his wife as the curtains were drawn and the main source of light came from the small lamp that sat atop his bedside table, the lamp casting a warm glow around the room as his precious little girl slept soundly on his chest and his strong hand was settled upon her lower back through her cloth to prevent her from rolling off as she shifted in her sleep every few minutes. He made it a priority to share skin-to-skin with her every day; to allow Liesl to feel the warmth of his skin against hers as her head lay upon his shoulder and she released the softest of snores, and he couldn't deny that he adored his time with her.

He loved watching his wife share skin-to-skin with their baby, of course he did, but there was something so incredibly perfect about having Liesl's warm weight upon his chest and feeling her breathe steadily against his neck as she rested her tired little body. Turning his head slowly towards her, he was unable to resist pressing his lips to her temple in a delicate kiss before a loving smile spread across his face as she cooed softly at the contact. How could she have claimed his heart so completely in a matter of two short weeks? Well, to be quite honest, her mother had claimed his heart in a matter of two short seconds, so it didn't really surprise him. He felt his heart swell with love for his wife as he thought back to the day he had first clapped eyes on her; the day he had fallen hopelessly in love.

On the day that the two of them had met she'd had the honour of christening the U-boat SM U-5 and when she had made her way over to the warship with a bottle of champagne in her hand he had been entranced; unable to take his eyes off of her as the submarine had been named and launched. She had looked ravishing with her long strawberry-blonde hair pinned neatly atop her head; the most beautiful red dress covering her body. The celebratory ball later that evening had been held at her mother's Villa and after dinner she and her mother had played music as the guests danced, but Georg had been stood in a trance once again in the corner of the room, not noticing anyone else but her as she had played the violin. He had been smitten with her and thankfully she had felt the same way.

Despite how deeply he had loved her that evening and despite how perfectly she'd fit in his arms when he had finally plucked up the courage to ask her to dance, he had never believed that just three years later she would be his wife and they would have a daughter together. He still had to pinch himself occasionally to reassure himself that he wasn't dreaming, but the gold bands that sat proudly upon their ring-fingers and symbolised their dedication to one another never allowed him to forget about just how blessed he was.

The soft squeak of the bedroom door brought him back to the present a few moments later, his lips curling up into a loving smile as his wife slipped into the room. 'Only me.' She whispered softly as she closed the door behind her before making her way over to the bed, a tired sigh escaping her lips as she lowered herself down onto the mattress and toed off her shoes before bringing her legs up to stretch out atop the bed and laying down beside her husband. 'I was wondering where the two of you had run off to.' She giggled perfectly.

'This little one was getting a little irritable and I figured that she'd be able to settle easier if we came up here, away from the maids cleaning up downstairs.' He admitted as he turned his head towards her before she snuggled against him and he wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close as she allowed her head to come to rest upon his shoulder. 'You look like you could do with a nap as well, my darling.' He kissed her head.

'I'm exhausted.' She sighed as she ran the tips of her fingers soothingly along the curve of Liesl's spine with a beautiful smile. 'I love her to pieces, but she doesn't half wear me out.'

'Close your eyes, Aggie, and try and get some sleep.' His voice was soft as he gave her his order, Agathe unable to prevent the sleepy smile from spreading across her lips at his pet-name for her as she grazed the tip of her nose against the soft skin at the side of his neck.

'You won't leave me, will you?' She asked.

'I will never leave you.' He promised her firmly with a kiss to her temple. 'Now clear your mind and don't worry about all that you have to do later on. Just get some rest, my angel.'

'I love you so much, Georg.' She whispered as she allowed her eyes to flutter closed, her hand settled over his heart as she permitted her body to relax in his embrace with a sigh.

'I love you too.' He smiled, running his hand along the curve of her side. 'Endlessly.'

He was unable to take his eyes off of her as she slept soundly in his arms later that evening and her head was cushioned upon his shoulder, one of her arms draped loosely over his stomach as one of his were wrapped securely around her middle and their legs were tangled beneath the covers. She was the epitome of beauty as she lay at his side with her golden hair cascaded over her shoulders, her thick dark eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as her rosy lips were slightly parted and swollen from the passionate kisses that he had been depositing onto them just a short time earlier. He was besotted with his wife.

She was the strongest woman that he knew, there was no denying that. Her father – her best friend – had passed away from a stomach tumour when she had been the young age of ten, leaving her truly devastated along with her mother and five siblings, and yet she hadn't allowed her mother's grief to consume her. She had stepped up and helped her to take care of her younger siblings, accepting much more responsibility than she probably should have at such a young age. It was the only way for her to cope with her own grieving.

Throughout their three-year-courtship Georg had seen how motherly she had been toward her three younger siblings and it had only proved to him that she would make a perfect mother should they have ever had their own. He had watched her throughout her long pregnancy with Liesl also, falling more in love with her with every slow circle that she'd drawn into her swollen belly with the palm of her hand and with every song that she had sung to her when she had been kicking relentlessly through the night. She was wondrous.

Pulling her closer and pressing a warm kiss onto her forehead, Georg couldn't help but smile. He was truly blessed. He knew that – even though Liesl hadn't been in their lives for long – his wife still wanted more children when their daughter was older. They had discussed starting a family together after becoming engaged and they had both admitted that they longed for a large family; a large family that would fill the von Trapp villa with music and bring it to life. The two of them were determined to make their dream a reality.

But for now, as both Agathe and Liesl's slow and steady breathing filled the silence of the bedroom as they slept peacefully, all Georg wanted to do was hold his wife close and sleep.

Everything else would come in due course.

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