I’m not going to lie. I’ve been a cuddly, gooey mess of happiness and love since the minute I laid eyes on my baby girl for the first time. Can barely stand to be away from her, or her dad, or her brother, wanting nothing more than to be curled up next to Pazuzu with our baby girl tucked up under my chin and even Tycho nestled up next to me to be close to us. But we aren’t the only ones who want all our baby girl’s time and affection and love, and she’s off playing with her cousins, with Tycho keeping quiet watch.
He loves that little girl so damn much.
And my Pazuzu is just as enamored. I send him off with a kiss and a grin, and opt to wander just a little, staying well within the bounds of our land. I’m not dumb enough to go far, not when my little one’s going to be hungry sooner rather than later, and not when my body’s still recovering from labor. Pazuzu eased the aches and pains, but I’m still adjusting to not being the size of a hippo, to the weird empty feeling where a wiggling, stretching, energetic little girl was living up until a very short time ago. I’ll stick close to home for now, thanks.
So it’s a damn good thing my Mauly girl didn’t bother with stupid niceties, or I might have missed her. She’s family, she doesn’t need to stand on ceremony, not here. Not with us. And sure as fuck not when she’s hurting. The second I see her, I rush to her side and wrap myself around her and hold her tight. My little Maul, god, it’s been too damn long.
“Oh my Maul, love, it is so good to see you. What’s wrong, baby?” Because it’s pretty obvious something is. My girl isn’t exactly one to burst into tears over nothing. I hold onto her and croon soft little nothings, comforting sounds like my mom always made when we were hurting. Tell Auntie Ryss who needs to die, baby girl. There is so much pain and anger in her strange, gorgeous eyes, it must be big. “I’m here, sweetheart. Talk to me.”
He loves that little girl so damn much.
And my Pazuzu is just as enamored. I send him off with a kiss and a grin, and opt to wander just a little, staying well within the bounds of our land. I’m not dumb enough to go far, not when my little one’s going to be hungry sooner rather than later, and not when my body’s still recovering from labor. Pazuzu eased the aches and pains, but I’m still adjusting to not being the size of a hippo, to the weird empty feeling where a wiggling, stretching, energetic little girl was living up until a very short time ago. I’ll stick close to home for now, thanks.
So it’s a damn good thing my Mauly girl didn’t bother with stupid niceties, or I might have missed her. She’s family, she doesn’t need to stand on ceremony, not here. Not with us. And sure as fuck not when she’s hurting. The second I see her, I rush to her side and wrap myself around her and hold her tight. My little Maul, god, it’s been too damn long.
“Oh my Maul, love, it is so good to see you. What’s wrong, baby?” Because it’s pretty obvious something is. My girl isn’t exactly one to burst into tears over nothing. I hold onto her and croon soft little nothings, comforting sounds like my mom always made when we were hurting. Tell Auntie Ryss who needs to die, baby girl. There is so much pain and anger in her strange, gorgeous eyes, it must be big. “I’m here, sweetheart. Talk to me.”