Mostly Blonde (dpsomethingakin) wrote in dirtypleasures, @ 2009-01-29 15:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | damian montague, verity montague |
RP: Swaddled
Characters: Damian Montague; Verity Montague
Scenario: Astin has been born recently. All prior Charlie/Verity backstory is true and happened.
It was late. He couldn't sleep. He knew, somewhere, it was because this was new to him. He hated that it was; hated that he had three other children but this, this was new to him. Like he was a new father even as the twins were nearly four years old, that Marlowe was reaching Hogwarts age. His eldest being ten, going on eleven.
It still didn't change the fact; he had never had a newborn. Marlowe had been adopted at the age of six, they hadn't had to deal with even the toddler years for him. Something that Verity liked to jokingly say had been practice for the others. Like easing into parent-hood.
For her perhaps.
The twins...he'd been in a coma till they were nearly a year old. He met them when they were already crawling, nearly talking...
Slipping into the nursery he swallowed almost nervously as he quietly headed for the crib. He'd never seen...held his newborn. Not until now, not until Sebastian. It made him long for a chance to go back, see them all, hold them all...
His hand reached down, softly into the blue padded crib; he was so tiny. Astin had been a month early. His father's death, the stress of everything going on... Verity'd gone into labor early. He looked so... small when they'd managed to produce the weak baby. Weak and yet so strong.
Montague's lips curved in a silent chuckle. The boy had had a set of lungs on him. The healer had said that that was good. That most preemies lungs were the one worrying factor, that they wouldn't be developed. Astin's obviously had been.
He didn't want to wake the baby, and yet, Montague felt, ached to hold him. They, the healers, they'd kept him for a while, in the Hospital. Sure he had a set of lungs, but he was still nearly a month early... They'd let Verity hold him multiple times; they'd spent most of their time there, in the Hospital; the mediwitches, they'd let Verity hold him, feed him. Montague was glad.
But he'd barely had the chance. Their miracle baby...
Montague couldn't help it, a finger brushed the soft velvety skin of his son's cheek, smiling as Sebastian moved his head towards the brush, sucking in his cheeks. He almost looked like he could hold him in one hand... so small.
Looking around, afterwards thinking how ridiculous he was acting, Montague reached in, almost shaking with nervousness; one hand moving to support the tiny head, the small body. Not quite in one hand but nearly.
He'd held the others, even his sister when she'd been just an infant; but Sebastian? He was so small, he felt like he'd break... his hand reached up, brushing Astin's cheek again with his thumb. This time his small brow scrunched together and the baby yawned, eyes fluttering open. Beautiful dark blue eyes. Montague beamed, chest filling with warmth as he looked down in the widening eyes.
"Hi..." he whispered, unsure of why, but the moment seemed so empyreal, he didn't want to break it.