Quince al'Pillan, M'hael
Re: Time


Pulling down part of her bodice, she adjusted the baby and watched the door carefully. The last thing she wanted was for someone to barge into the room while she was in the midst of feeding her babe.

She flickered a look at her husband and found him staring at her. “What?” she asked, blinking.

Quince just blinked in return. Then, regaining his wits, shook his head. "Nothing dear, I just realized..."

"What? You knew I was going to breast feed."

"Yes, love, but I just hadn't realized until now." Quince grinned sheepishly at his wife then looked down to the bundle of joy in his arms. She was smiling. So tiny and lovable. And then he sniffed. And wrinkled his nose. He felt her bottom - dry as a desert. I guess the smilnig was just gas...but it looked cute. "I think I'll go sit by the door, love."

"No, sit here," Tanya said as she held her son in one arm and patted the bed with her other. Quince frowned for a second. He had been planning on keeping guard should anyone try to come in.

Instead, he settled for a ward. One that would block all sight in and all sight out, but would look like a black wall looking in and as it looked at that instant looking out.

Quince then sat down on the bed with his daughter in his lap. He then rested his head on his wife's shoulder, looking down at the small bundle in his arms and then at the small bundle in his wife's arms.

Quince gave his finger to his daughter and let her hold it. She immediately latched onto it. His finger was nearly the size of her hand.

Quince then kissed his wife on the cheek. "You're very beautiful. And you look so lovely holding him. I love you."

Quince al'Pillan
M'hael
Who doesn't want anyone intruding until she is finished...