Maeve
The Nightshade barely has a moment to react. The door opens and he’s there with Jude strapped to his chest the way he always is, but if he doesn’t look worse for wear. His hair to long, clothes more than a few days old, stubble on his cheeks, and bruises painted beneath his eyes. Maeve’s lips part as she goes to speak, noticing the tale tell glassy sheen that signal tears in his eyes when he’s stumbling forward into her. Her arms come around him instantly, holding him close to her chest as she shushes him gently, ”Hey… Harp, love, it’s okay. You’re okay.” The tone of her voice is dulcet against his temple, meant to soothe him as much as the fussy baby between them, knowing that any disturbance would set the child to crying.
Petal soft lips find the top of his head, easily folding his taller frame against her own, not off put in the slightest as she ushers him into her office. The door closes, hiding them away from world and anyone who might dare to judge the pair. ”Come on…” Leading him towards the couch, Maeve urges him to sit, crouching down in front of him and taking the time to carefully unwrap the sling from around his neck. Jude doesn’t even get a chance to start whimpering as Maeve takes him into her arms, rocking him gently as a pitiful whine sounds from the babe, but is quickly shushed by the Nightshade.
She’s seen enough babies to know what colic looks like and a quiet sigh pushes past her lips. ”Edmund was colicky too. Gods, I was so scared the whole time. I was sure I was doing something wrong.” Maeve murmurs, huffing a quiet laugh as Jude settles in her arms, a little fist wrapped around her finger. She sits next to him then, turning herself slightly to look him over, brows pinching together. ”I didn’t have anyone to tell me that it just happens. That I wasn’t doing it to him. I was sure it was my fault, but it turns out he just had a sensitive tummy. I found that a little fennel oil mixed with the formula and rubbing their tummy after they eat did wonders.”
Her words aren’t condescending, simply spoken and shared in confidence, a small smile on her lips as she lays Jude in her lap to carefully rub his belly through the onesie he’s wearing. Instantly he begins to grow quiet, still holding onto her finger as his legs kick out, testing his freedom of movement.
Petal soft lips find the top of his head, easily folding his taller frame against her own, not off put in the slightest as she ushers him into her office. The door closes, hiding them away from world and anyone who might dare to judge the pair. ”Come on…” Leading him towards the couch, Maeve urges him to sit, crouching down in front of him and taking the time to carefully unwrap the sling from around his neck. Jude doesn’t even get a chance to start whimpering as Maeve takes him into her arms, rocking him gently as a pitiful whine sounds from the babe, but is quickly shushed by the Nightshade.
She’s seen enough babies to know what colic looks like and a quiet sigh pushes past her lips. ”Edmund was colicky too. Gods, I was so scared the whole time. I was sure I was doing something wrong.” Maeve murmurs, huffing a quiet laugh as Jude settles in her arms, a little fist wrapped around her finger. She sits next to him then, turning herself slightly to look him over, brows pinching together. ”I didn’t have anyone to tell me that it just happens. That I wasn’t doing it to him. I was sure it was my fault, but it turns out he just had a sensitive tummy. I found that a little fennel oil mixed with the formula and rubbing their tummy after they eat did wonders.”
Her words aren’t condescending, simply spoken and shared in confidence, a small smile on her lips as she lays Jude in her lap to carefully rub his belly through the onesie he’s wearing. Instantly he begins to grow quiet, still holding onto her finger as his legs kick out, testing his freedom of movement.
Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips
We should just kiss like real people do
We should just kiss like real people do
