"Oh my god, you look great," he assures, then lowers his voice because the baby is there, small and delicate and soft-looking. He bites his lip and shifts from foot to foot. "Fuck, she's so tiny," he whispers. She's not sleeping, he can feel that, but she's calm and quiet, and he doesn't want to change that by talking.
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Date: 2021-11-16 08:25 pm (UTC)