Maeve
So little. So utterly perfect. Maeve leans into Locke, cradling Edmund against her chest as Locke leans over to brush a curl from his forehead, the hair still damp from all the mess on his skin. There is a bit of shuffling between them. Maeve lets Locke and Phoebe get Edmund cleaned up before she attempts to feed him. It's slow going, but eventually he latches, drinking his fill from her until he's full and sated.
Soon they're alone. Just the three of them with the instructions to rest. "Stay with me, Locke... Need you here." She murmurs as she starts to drift off, snuggling into his side even as she turns slightly to check the cradle that's beside the bed, Edmund already sleeping soundly inside. This was the start of their whole lives.
~FIN <3~
Soon they're alone. Just the three of them with the instructions to rest. "Stay with me, Locke... Need you here." She murmurs as she starts to drift off, snuggling into his side even as she turns slightly to check the cradle that's beside the bed, Edmund already sleeping soundly inside. This was the start of their whole lives.
~FIN <3~
Poor little girl
still waiting for her happy ending
still waiting for her happy ending
