Let Sleeping Babies Lie Who: Derek and Allison Where: Hale Estate, Derek's room. When: Week 14, late Friday evening. Why: I don't have a good answer to that. Warnings: Discussion of an accidental pregnancy, baby cuteness, all the baggage that goes with it.
Derek passed Miranda on the way down from his room at the base of the staircase. She carried one child in a basket, and another against her chest, and they nodded at each other, smiling softly as they passed. If she resented him, or being away from her children for a few hours at a time, she didn't show it, but to him, she appeared relieved more than anything.
When he entered his bedroom, he was surprised to see Allison still there, curled up on the couch in the living room, dead to the world. It wasn't a problem, really, but Isaac would be returning soon, if he hadn't already stopped by and then fled. The awkwardness between all his slaves would settle in time, but he knew it would take time.
He unlaced his workboots, pulling them off, and his socks, before he moved to her side, bending low over her to press an affectionate kiss against her forehead, his hand smoothing her hair back from her face.