A/N: Not to worry, I'm still working in The Sinking. Almost done with the next chapter. But I saw a video of this and it had to be written. Just a dribble drabble of cuteness to balance on the will she wont she die in The Sinking.
Xoxo
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Waking from a deep slumber, mostly thanks to the rocks that had painfully taken up residence in her breasts, Paige looked around the room, finding it empty. No husband. No baby.
Having baby Megan had been so exciting, until they brought her home. Baby Megan, as cute as she was, never slept. And cried, and cried, and cried. The only time she was ever calm was if she was in her bouncer seat with them sitting there manually bouncing it. The second they stopped, she cried. The pediatrician called it colic, but Paige called it something else, something Walter had scolded her for saying. But, she was sleep deprived and cranky.
Or at least she was.
Taking a peek at the clock, she smiled.
Six straight hours. She actually felt like she could process her own thoughts.
Which only led to panic, as Megan never slept longer than an hour on a good day.
Something was wrong.
Rushing out of the bedroom, she peeked into Ralph's room, finding him sleeping peacefully, his noise canceling headphones over his ears - he also was not a fan of Megan's need for everyone to be awake with her. In the next room down, she looked into the nursery, finding it, too, to be empty. Finally, speed walking down the hall, an odd sound hit her ears.
Was that her stand mixer? Was Walter cooking?
Walter didn't cook. He definitely didn't bake. And it was 4:00am.
Curiosity peaked, she turned the corner of the living room, only to find the most wholesome moment of her marriage.
Walter O'Brien, love of her life, knight in nerdy armor, sound asleep on the floor.
Baby Megan sleeping so soundly in her bouncer… that was bouncing. Without human hands.
No, Walter had rigged a string clipped to the back of the bouncer seat, tied to the stand mixer. Round and round the mixer spun, with each circle it completed, it would gently pull the seat to bounce it lightly. Just like Walter's hands would.
Her brainy magician had found a way to get their baby to sleep. A very him way. She couldn't love him more. He had been so anxious during the pregnancy that he would fail as a father, fail her as a partner in raising a baby. When Megan had begun with the colic issues, he had been so anxious and stressed out feeling as though he were responsible. But this sight, this brief moment of relief from it all, showed just how wrong he had been.
Grabbing a blanket from the couch, she slid down onto the carpeted floor, snuggling into his arms, smiling as he shifted to pull her close, sleepily kissing her head.
"You got her to sleep with a mixer." Paige whispered, a chuckle echoing in her words.
"Not my finest work, but since she was born, I'm certain I've lost some IQ points." His groggy whisper made her smile. When she watched him pour milk into the coffee maker yesterday, l she had questioned that herself.
"Well, that may be true, but you gained some serious husband points." Looking up from his chest, she leaned in to give him a quick kiss.
"Go back to bed. I've got Meg. You need your sleep." He insisted, lifting his arm to allow her up. But she pulled it back down to her, cuddling in close to him, breathing him in.
"I'm comfortable right here."
"Yeah, me too."