Author's Note: Writing this quick fic-let/chapter before I get busy with school! Please review!
Stiles stirred from his restful sleep, he awoke from another one of his odd dreams. He didn't even mind much though because he finally had everything he had dreamed and hoped for. He opened his eyes to find his wife fast asleep, and their newborn daughter in between the two of them, also asleep. He smiled at the sight of them, both finally getting some sleep. He wished he could help with the midnight feedings to ease his wife's burdens, but Cassidy wasn't quite ready to be bottle fed yet and she did like her mother's company for comfort. Stiles was doing what he could though, changing her diapers, playing with her, dressing her, calming her down when she fussed. He was terrified and felt like he didn't know what he was doing, but he loved fatherhood so far. His daughter was made just for him and Lydia, he knew it, and she was perfect.
"Morning Stiles." Lydia whispered, opening her eyes and offering a small, tired smile.
"Morning Lyd." He told her, as he leaned over and kissed his wife's forehead, careful not to wake the baby's slumber.
"She's so beautiful."
"Like her mother. I think she gets prettier and prettier every day." He decided, looking down at his barley three week old daughter.
"Oh I think she's waking up." Lydia declared, Stiles was unsure, and then he saw her eyes pop open and she began to wail. "She needs changed and fed." Lydia began to pull the covers off of her legs.
"I'll change her then you can feed her."
"Thank you." Lydia nodded as a yawn came across her. Stiles got out of bed and picked his daughter up and took her to her nursery and changed her. It was a bright pink and grey room, Lydia had the colors picked out a few months before Cassidy was born. She would use it one day but for now they liked to have their baby all snuggled up in bed with them. She continued to whimper and fuss, but it was dulled by the baby talk Stiles was engaging her in.
"She's all clean and ready to be fed." He announced as he came back into the room and handed Cassidy to Lydia who had the TV turned to a news program. Lydia took the baby and proceeded to feed her as Stiles stared at her.
"I don't know why you're even staring…I just had a baby two weeks ago and I look like a cow." She told her husband, not even moving her gaze from the television.
"I'm not…how…how did you…?" He stuttered, just because he was married to her, didn't mean he couldn't get a little embarrassed about things.
"I know you well Stiles, trust me."
"Okay but, you're not a cow. Don't ever call yourself that. You are beautiful and now we have a daughter who's just as pretty as you." He kissed her on the cheek and laid his head on the side of hers.
"Thank you." She stated. "Now get off of me and stop staring at my chest."
"Fine." He rolled his eyes and sat back up, and smiled to himself. It was a perfect and relaxing Saturday morning.