Guinevere (![]() ![]() @ 2011-05-26 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | arthur pendragon, guinevere pendragon |
Who: Gwen and Arthur
What: Sleep deprivation. The best way to get your wife to tell you the truth sometimes.
When: Middle of the night
Where: Their apartment
Rating/Warnings: TBD
Status: in progress, closed
Gwen ran her fingers gently over Abigail’s darkening curls, sighing quietly. That had been difficult, trying to get her to sleep despite the pain she knew her little girl was in. She had read up on this aspect of development and knew it could start from as soon as birth in some cases. She just wished she had been more prepared for it, not get use to sleeping a full night at times because that seemed impossible now. Gwen was starting to consider just setting up some sort of bed in here just so she could sleep a little better. But instead she took in any work she had and sat it next to the rocking chair so if Abigail was still restless she could at least stay up and do some work. And it seemed like tonight would be one of those nights.
Gwen could function on little sleep. She had to really given her work schedule. Going home well into the night, and up before sunrise to be in the castle. And she may have gotten use to the early chances of sleep, or the longer lie ins, but she could always rely on past experience to get her through a day. Especially if she managed to do all the paper work or any quick stitchings she brought home with her whenever she got a minute. All the paper work had been done that day, it had been quiet, so she had lifted a bodice she had to finish beading for next week and took that home. After all she usually anticipated moments like this. Glancing at Abigail again, Gwen made sure that the little side lamp by the chair wouldn’t bother the sleeping child and settled down, picking up the bodice. It kept her mind off things, anyway, and enabled her to keep an eye on Abigail. If she went to bed she wouldn’t sleep anyway.
So she sewed. Like she normally did when she needed something that wasn’t cleaning to do, humming a soft song she had picked up and had taken to quietly singing to Abigail at night.