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https://archiveofourown.org/works/86990801

“Baby. Baby no baby. Mine!” Faith stands hands on her hips. All two feet of her wivers with indignation. Her baby sister is too focused on her feeding. Claire looks down at her daughter, her eyes soft.

“Faith baby, it is alright. You are a big girl. Grace is wee. She needs Mama's milk now.”

The little lass frowns. Her lips compress more. Her papa has told her she has a responsibility to help with her baby sister. Fergus helps her and they both need to help with Grace.

She is happy to give Mama a clod. Grace cries a lot and Faith likes talking to her to try to help. This though, seeing her baby sister at her Mama's breast.

Aye, she is a big lass now. She no longer needs clods but uses the toilet. Neither does she need her Mama's milk anymore. But…

Claire hands a now full and sleeping Grace over to Mrs. Crook who stands nearby. 

“Faith, come here. Mama needs a cuddle.” 

Faith happily climbs up on her lap. Claire snuggles with her. She feels the lass relax against her. She kisses the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her baby turning into a little girl.

“I love you baby, you know that right?”

“Aye mama. And Faith loves you.”