Isla
Relaxing back against the pillows as the nurses draw a blanket over her, Isla gazes at father and daughter with open adoration, her laughter soft and quietly joyful as he introduces her - title and all. "Mm, I'm sure she'll make it very clear to us when she's hungry," she agrees. And at Ever's sharp and discerning glance and his disagreement, gentle but serious, her laughter returns in a more girlish cadence. "Statistics aside, children change often as they grow," she points out. "However she may look now, she could settle somewhere between the two of us, or with a heavier resemblance to either one."
But, with a faint flush to her cheeks, she concedes to his last point. "I daresay personal preference plays no part in genetics," she murmurs, "but it's very sweet of you either way." Isla's eyes are starting to grow heavy despite herself as she watches them both, and it's with a long, content sigh that she shifts to get more comfortable in bed. "Will you wake me, if I fall asleep and she needs me?" she asks preemptively, knowing now more than ever not to leave things open to interpretation.
But, with a faint flush to her cheeks, she concedes to his last point. "I daresay personal preference plays no part in genetics," she murmurs, "but it's very sweet of you either way." Isla's eyes are starting to grow heavy despite herself as she watches them both, and it's with a long, content sigh that she shifts to get more comfortable in bed. "Will you wake me, if I fall asleep and she needs me?" she asks preemptively, knowing now more than ever not to leave things open to interpretation.
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
