d-6; baby’s first christmas | qkn
➸ note; not incredibly christmassy today but since li-wei was born on christmas eve i thought she’d be perfect for baby’s first christmas!!
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➸ li-wei; aged 1 day
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Snow falls at great speed outside of Kun’s childhood bedroom window. It feels strange, laying in his slightly unfamiliar bed, your brand new baby girl laying on your chest, still unnamed, having only been born less than twenty-four hours ago. It’s late, nearly midnight, on Christmas Eve. You’d been staying at Kun’s family home in China for around a month now, preparing for the birth, and now that your daughter was finally here, Kun’s mother had spent the day filling you up with hot drinks and food, and plenty of rest in between.
Now, Kun is quietly darting around the room, getting himself ready for bed.
‘Want me to put her down for you?’ He offers, holding his arms out, ready to take her from you.
‘Please,’ you murmur, the idea of sleeping suddenly very appealing.
The baby girl whimpers a little as she’s taken from you, but her cries cease as Kun rocks her gently, placing her into the bedside crib.
Kun flicks the lamp off, climbing into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his warm embrace.
‘You cold?’ He mumbles, knowing his mother would scold him if she knew you were in any type of discomfort.
‘No. Really warm,’ you respond, already half-asleep.
‘Good. Happy Christmas Eve, darling,’ he kisses your forehead.
You don’t respond, already in dreamland.
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The baby wakes you up quite a few times during the night. Kun helps out brilliantly, bringing the baby to you to feed, singing quiet Christmas songs to her when she cries, keeping both of you warm.
It’s around five in the morning when you both come to the realisation that you’re not going back to sleep, so you bring the baby downstairs into the living room, where the gold Christmas tree lights glow softly.
‘Hot chocolate,’ Kun smiles, holding out the warm mug.
’Thank you,’ you take it with both hands, shivering at the way it spreads warmth throughout your entire body.
‘Good morning,’ his mother appears in the doorway, ‘and good morning little one!’
‘Little one is in a milk coma,’ Kun responds, showing off the baby in his arms.
‘Little one needs a name,’ you grumble, ‘didn’t expect her to come so early. Should’ve given me more time to think.’
Kun laughs at you, ‘how about that be our Christmas present to her? Give her a name before the end of the day?’
‘Good idea,’ you smile, continuing to enjoy long sips from your hot chocolate.
Kun settles on the sofa next to you, baby still in his arms, but being mindful of your still aching body.
‘Merry Christmas,’ he takes your hand with his free one, squeezing it gently.
‘Merry Christmas, Kun.’
‘Merry Christmas you two,’ Kun’s father appears in the doorway, ‘ready for presents?’
Your gift giving is a quiet, but lovely event. You’re all not overly reactive in order to keep the baby calm, thankfully she is for the most part, even in the arms of her grandmother.
’This is for you, from me,’ Kun hands you a box-shaped present, ‘I saw it and I knew you’d love it.’
‘You better not have spent too much,’ you shoot him a disapproving look.
‘You’re my wife,’ he shakes his head, ‘let me spend money on you.’
You unwrap the paper to reveal a pretty jewellery box. You lift the lid, to reveal a beautiful necklace, a rose with a stem. It looks almost like it was made of glass, unworthy of you to even wear.
‘It made me think of you. Of us, remember on our first date I bought you roses because I didn’t know what kind of flowers you liked and I thought they were the most clearly romantic option.’
‘And I reacted so well you bought them for me every week for months until you found out they weren’t actually my favourites. Of course I remember,’ your eyes gloss over at the memory. He smiles sheepishly.
‘It’s beautiful,’ you trace the shape of the flower with your thumb, ‘I love it. Thank you.’
You try to lean over for a hug, but he immediately moves to meet you.
‘I love you,’ you murmur.
‘I love you too,’ he kisses your cheek, careful to be subtle with the PDA in front of his parents.
Dinner is of course amazing, as it is made by Kun’s mother, your own meal carefully curated to include all of the ‘warming’ foods for post-birth.
The rest of the day is very relaxed, the four of you sitting in their living room for most of the day, you periodically nursing the baby and being fed and watered by Kun’s parents.
‘Red date tea,’ his mother hands you the hot tea cup, which you happily accept with both hands.
‘Thank you,’ you take a long sip, shivering at the way the warmth settles in your stomach.
’The necklace Kun gave you had me thinking,’ she sits down beside you just as Kun enters the room, holding your daughter in his arms.
‘What is it?’ you ask, eyes never leaving the baby.
‘How about Li-wei? For the baby’s name?’
‘Li-wei?’ Kun questions, looking down at the baby for a moment to try and visualise calling her by that name.
‘You can write it with the characters for beautiful and rose,’ his mother explains, ‘it would be so meaningful for you both.’
You and Kun share a look, almost trying to gage the other’s approval.
‘I really like it,’ he nods, ‘she looks like a Li-wei.’
‘I love it too,’ you smile, ‘Qian Li-wei.’
‘Merry Christmas, Li-wei,’ Kun rocks her, ‘I hope you like your present.’
