Prompt: Elizabeth is holding one of her babies in her arms and can't get them to stop crying, because Baby McCord senses that she is sad or upset.

Elizabeth glanced over for the thousandth time at the baby in the plastic bassinette at her side. Her baby! How could she and Henry possibly have created something that perfect? Speaking of Henry, he fell asleep in one of the chairs in the room, steadfastly denying the chance that he could ever take his eyes off baby Stephanie ("How could I sleep? Look at her! She's perfect, and she's ours!" he'd told her as she'd giggled). Glancing at her daughter (her daughter!), Elizabeth agreed. She was perfect. And more than likely hungry by now.

She gently eased the baby out of the bassinette, careful not to wake either her new baby or her husband who was surely exhausted, cuddling her daughter close to her chest, marveling at her tiny fingers and toes. Oh how her mother…. She stopped the thought in its tracks. The other chair in the room was empty as she expected. Her mother wasn't there. And that broke Elizabeth's heart.

Baby Stephanie started to cry, fussy and apparently needing her mother to pay attention to her rather than to memories and heartache, but as Elizabeth turned her attention to her, she started to cry in earnest. And so did Elizabeth.

"Please baby. I don't know what you want!" she mumbled through choked sobs as she cuddled the baby close and tried to console her.

The cries worsened, both of theirs. Suddenly Henry was there and gently taking their daughter from her. If anything her cries doubled, while Stephanie's lessened. Stephanie eased into the sleep of newborns in her father's arms before he placed her back into a warm bassinette.

Elizabeth was still crying in earnest.

"Babe, what's wrong?"

"She doesn't like me."

"You know that's not true. She adores you. Now, what's wrong?"

"She… she… she should be here! It's not fair! Henry, my mother should be here!"

Henry carefully eased himself into her bed next to her and took her into a soft embrace. "Babe… shh… Let go, babe. I'm here." He kept murmuring comforting nonsense into her ear until she finally calmed down enough to talk.

"You're sure she likes me?" she asked after a while of being held in her husband's arms.

Henry could have laughed except Elizabeth's eyes were serious. "I'm sure. We both love you."