Isla
"I thoroughly enjoyed getting into this position with you, if that helps," Isla says with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite herself. The humour feels easy, giddy almost, though as Ever takes their daughter from her arms she can feel the overwhelm flooding back in already, setting her teeth to chattering a bit and making her fingers want to tremble. The nurses flit about her, Isla shifting and laying back as instructed, letting them perform their checks and assist in the various afters that come in the wake of giving birth, but her eyes are only for Ever and the baby.
And as she watches him cradle the infant, the love and adoration that swells in her chest is almost painful; wiping at her eyes but not bothering to try and stop the tears that come without permission, she offers him a smile made radiant by pride and an outpouring of affection that she can't seem to contain. "Being a father looks good on you," she says softly, glancing at the baby in his arms and letting out a soft, shivery sigh. "Fern," she murmurs. A name they had both chosen, a little life made real, made official, it seems, by speaking it out loud.
And as she watches him cradle the infant, the love and adoration that swells in her chest is almost painful; wiping at her eyes but not bothering to try and stop the tears that come without permission, she offers him a smile made radiant by pride and an outpouring of affection that she can't seem to contain. "Being a father looks good on you," she says softly, glancing at the baby in his arms and letting out a soft, shivery sigh. "Fern," she murmurs. A name they had both chosen, a little life made real, made official, it seems, by speaking it out loud.
I'll take a bruise, I know you're worth it
When you hit me, hit me hard
When you hit me, hit me hard
