· Sweet Home, Tallahassee || AU || Emma & Neal
Emma hadn’t meant to fall asleep, even though Henry wasn’t a fussy baby at all she was just so exhausted. It was probably staying up to make sure she fed him on time, and just worrying about his safety. She didn’t want to be a crap mom, Henry didn’t deserve that. Which was how she ended up basically snoozing on the chair with Henry in her arms, she had already fed him and in an attempt to lull him into slumber she had done the same thing to herself. She didn’t register anything until she felt lips brush against her hair. She didn’t move until she felt the weight lift from her chest and the feeling of his lips again. Her eyes opened slowly, rejecting any form of light as she fought the urge to close them again.
“But dinner” she hadn’t had time to actually make anything for dinner, which again was thanks to how exhausted she was. In reality she wasn’t even all that hungry herself. Her eyes finally open, she watched him hold their son. It seemed like something straight out of a dream, something that she would never have. But they were together, with their little family and they were happy. When he said that she needed a good night’s rest she nodded, she did need that. The last thing she wanted to do was fall asleep when she was supposed to be taking care of Henry. At his words she gave him a look, “I don’t get up to cradle him, I just, sometimes he needs to be held” she defended.
If the sight of Emma, half-snoozing while still trying to protest because she hadn’t made dinner for the two of them wasn’t endearing, he didn’t know what else was. Shaking his head, he produced something of an affectionate grin, checking to see if his moving of the boy hadn’t stirred him from his sleep before addressing Emma in a hushed voice.
“Well, if you’re hungry, I can fix you something. I had a big lunch at work, still stuffed like a turkey.”
Granted, he wasn’t the most brilliant of cooks, but he knew his way around the kitchen by now, especially since the tasks were pretty equally divided in their household. He had no problems with the concept of putting her and the little one to bed while making dinner for her to eat while she got some of that hard-earned and well-deserved rest.
Upon her defense against his allegations of her picking Henry up to cradle him every single night, a short burst of laughter slipped past his lips, and little wrinkles of amusement appeared at the edges of his eyelids. It amused him how, even when he knew she was dead on her feet, she could still throw back some witty retort, even if it was to a well-meant remark from his side. In stead of downright arguing about it with her, however, he decided a more cheeky approach would do just fine.
“So do I, but I don’t see you gettin’ up in the middle of the night to take me into your loving arms, either.”
(Source: magicaedestruit)
