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Wraith
Their disagreement mostly resolved, Daizi bent in and took Ivy into her arms, "Now, Hummingbird, finally it's your bedtime. I know, I know, it's late for you. It's very late for you." She kissed Ivy's forehead and carefully rose to her feet, "But Mama is still going to sing you your lullaby, I promise, my darling girl. My sweet lovely Ivy-Qadira."
When Daizi left the room, Dark lingered for a moment trying to remind himself of how seldomly his wife had led him astray and then went downstairs, accurately predicting his son's anxiety. He supposed he should make himself available for questions.
Inside the nursery, Daizi settled down into the rocking chair cradling Ivy with all the gentleness and love the most precious child in the whole world deserved and sang to her. Even after Ivy fell asleep, Daizi couldn't bring herself to lay her down in her crib. This time, a year ago, she was in her bedroom, suffering through worst physical pain of her life, too focused on survival to feel anything but what was happening in the moment. All her thoughts, a year ago, were bent on bringing this precious life into the world. Now here she was, sleeping peacefully, unaware of anything but what it was to be loved.
For thirty-four weeks, Ivy lived inside of her. Every second of every day, they were together for the better part of a year. And every day since then, multiple times a day, Daizi fed her from her breast.
"You're the best of me, Ivy-Qadira," Daizi murmured, stroking her thumb against Ivy's hair. It was funny. Her sons always accused their father of being wrapped around Ivy's finger, but it was Daizi who knew she'd give this child everything. She had already given her so much of her body. For thirteen years she waited, wracked with guilt and fear and disappointment. Then, last October...
Blinking away her tears, Daizi shifted her daughter closer to her heart, resting her cheek against Ivy's soft, black hair. At some point, she'd need to lie her down. At some point, she needed to take herself to sleep. But these were the last few hours where Ivy was less than a year old. Somehow, the turn of the clock seemed heavier than it had before. One day, they wouldn't have this type of bond. Their relationship would be something different, something new, but it wouldn't be this. She wouldn't rock her to sleep, anymore.
"Oh, but Hummingbird," Daizi whispered, shutting her eyes, "You'll always be my littlest baby."
It wasn't until Dark came to check on her, noticing his wife had yet to come to bed, that Daizi found the strength to get up and lay Ivy down, resting one hand on her heart to feel it beat beneath her palm, "Sweet dreams, habibti," She whispered, not wanting to walk away, "Tomorrow is your birthday. And you're going to have such a good day."
Bending over the rail of the crib her husband had built, Daizi gave one last kiss goodnight, and went with him to her own bed, the bed she had given birth in, and at last fell asleep.
When Daizi left the room, Dark lingered for a moment trying to remind himself of how seldomly his wife had led him astray and then went downstairs, accurately predicting his son's anxiety. He supposed he should make himself available for questions.
Inside the nursery, Daizi settled down into the rocking chair cradling Ivy with all the gentleness and love the most precious child in the whole world deserved and sang to her. Even after Ivy fell asleep, Daizi couldn't bring herself to lay her down in her crib. This time, a year ago, she was in her bedroom, suffering through worst physical pain of her life, too focused on survival to feel anything but what was happening in the moment. All her thoughts, a year ago, were bent on bringing this precious life into the world. Now here she was, sleeping peacefully, unaware of anything but what it was to be loved.
For thirty-four weeks, Ivy lived inside of her. Every second of every day, they were together for the better part of a year. And every day since then, multiple times a day, Daizi fed her from her breast.
"You're the best of me, Ivy-Qadira," Daizi murmured, stroking her thumb against Ivy's hair. It was funny. Her sons always accused their father of being wrapped around Ivy's finger, but it was Daizi who knew she'd give this child everything. She had already given her so much of her body. For thirteen years she waited, wracked with guilt and fear and disappointment. Then, last October...
Blinking away her tears, Daizi shifted her daughter closer to her heart, resting her cheek against Ivy's soft, black hair. At some point, she'd need to lie her down. At some point, she needed to take herself to sleep. But these were the last few hours where Ivy was less than a year old. Somehow, the turn of the clock seemed heavier than it had before. One day, they wouldn't have this type of bond. Their relationship would be something different, something new, but it wouldn't be this. She wouldn't rock her to sleep, anymore.
"Oh, but Hummingbird," Daizi whispered, shutting her eyes, "You'll always be my littlest baby."
It wasn't until Dark came to check on her, noticing his wife had yet to come to bed, that Daizi found the strength to get up and lay Ivy down, resting one hand on her heart to feel it beat beneath her palm, "Sweet dreams, habibti," She whispered, not wanting to walk away, "Tomorrow is your birthday. And you're going to have such a good day."
Bending over the rail of the crib her husband had built, Daizi gave one last kiss goodnight, and went with him to her own bed, the bed she had given birth in, and at last fell asleep.
