@jbm-week Day Four!! :D
This one originally came from a dream sequence where Canon Joly was getting bombarded with memories from Alternate Universe Versions of himself :3 (There's about Four people who will know exactly where this came from lol)
“Look how tiny his fingers are…” Joly whispers, ever so softly brushing his index finger over the knuckles of the newborn sleeping on Laigle’s chest. The two are curled up in a chair made for only one person as Musichetta sleeps in the hospital bed beside them, getting some much needed rest while her boys tend to the baby.
The room is whitewashed, and there are many things Joly doesn’t recognize in it, and yet… It still feels like a memory, though he knows he’d never lived it. Laigle smiles at him, carefully rearranging the infant’s limbs. “He’s so little, isn’t he?”
“We’re never going to sleep again,” Joly grins, tucking his head under Laigle’s arm as he lays one hand on the newborn’s back so he can feel him breathing.
“You already barely sleep,” Laigle teases with a chuckle.
Joly huffs, shifting to better accommodate himself as he ignores his boyfriend, focusing more on the rise and fall of their son’s chest under his hand. “We’d better text the guys- let them know we’re not making it tomorrow.”
“It’s three am, no one will be awake,” Laigle replies reasonably, wrapping his arm around Joly’s shoulders.
“Have you met our friend group?” Joly laughs a little, shaking his head as he reaches to grab his phone. “Someone will be awake.”
