Sends cute heartbeat thing because i need nerdbbies pls
Sweatsoaked, tired, in pain that is dulled by morphine from an emergency Cesarean section and the delivery of a healthy baby girl-- healthy, despite being three weeks early, and all she wants is to sleep.
Locke’s defied unspoken hospital rules, sliding into the space of the hospital bed next to her, his head against her chest, right above her heart, and his arm carefully around her waist.
She strokes his head, hair silvery in the fluorescent lighting.
“I’m okay, sweetheart,” she murmurs, drowsy, out of it. “Promise.”












