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Lady...? Lady, what happened...? H-hey...

[Her voice is soft and gentle as she begins to soothingly stroke her hair, nuzzling her gently.]

    Babe. Motions were quiet, almost fluid as he mindlessly wandered. Listless legs carrying him anywhere but there; unsure of exactly where he would end up, but trusting that it would be where he needed to go. For a good half an hour or so all that could be heard were minuscule sound effects; the flick of his lighter in preparation of the next intake, soft inhales through the nose while the world seemed peaceful for a dim minute, even a crisp trill now and then as the ring Sky had given him was spun back and forth - an unconscious habit he hadn’t even realized he’d picked up while consistently overthinking. 

 Still he remained walking, floating aimlessly through the small community they’d sustained. Eventually he found himself stepping foot through the front door of his uncles neighboring home, of Sky’s home, and only when he felt the soft thud of key against his chest had he realized where his mind (his heart?) were taking him. A casual greeting here and there were exchanged, restless steps fading to calmer, hopeful anticipation. Anticipation that she would be there, and not on her way out the door. Hopeful that he would get to spend some of this night just enjoying her presence without timed limitation. 

  Shh..shh. Don’t cry, Princess. Thankfully, the single wail had subsided to a duller, lower pitched whine as he held the child warmly against bare chest. Vibrations soothing their child as hummed what appeared to be her favorite song recently, a soft rubbing of her back calming her storm. Just like her mum. Rarely ever did Poppy wake in the middle of the night anymore, but when she did Prue was typically alert within moments. She’d woken for the initial stir but had, after some convincing, nestled back to bed once assured that he had the fussy infant under control. She’d had a rather long day beforehand and needed the rest, so it didn’t take long for her to fall back asleep. Maybe, with a bit of luck, she would even sleep in until eight this morning.

  You’re a bit early, sweetheart, followed by the traditional hungry..hungry, I know. Oh, he knew. She was half his daughter, after all. Perhaps her unplanned wake was beneficial, giving him time to calm the early riser before preparing Prue’s special morning. We’ve got a lot of work to do, you know.

[its time to make one metric fuckton of christmas cookies.]