First Feeding

Her mouth puckers adorably in concentration, completely focused at the task in hand. Her tiny palm grasps lightly at the skin underneath.

Impossibly long lashes dance against cheeks, her eyes flicker closed. Soft, happy sucking noises fill the room as she drinks her fill.

His daughter is an absolute beauty.

A rather loud smack causes both him and Emma to chuckle.

Little Rhea Jones has only been in the world for an hour but she's already completely captured her parent's hearts.

Emma brings their daughter's hand, currently resting on her breast into her own, rubbing each of the small digits, sliding over every one of the delicate fingernails. He settles for running a finger over Rhea's rosy cheek.

In moments, it's clear the feeding is almost done. Their baby, hunger satiated and belly full, seems ready for her first nap. Her mouth loosens with a dull pop and she sinks into her mother's arms.

Emma transfers the now dozing little girl into his ready arms so she can cover herself with one of his open collared shirt. The cradle is only steps away, pieced together over a matter of months in preparation for the precious cargo he holds. Blankets patterned with ships and anchors, white feathered birds spinning lazily on a mobile, a little plush unicorn, and a fairy tale board book- all chosen with love by her new family.

She still sleeps when he places her down and he marvels anew. After months of sensing her in Emma's belly, hours of watching her progress, waiting for her to enter their world...he is in wonder at having her here. Of always having her here.

His voice is gruff when he bends down to kiss her head. "Goodnight little cygnet. Papa loves you."