Leah sighed, not that she was one to talk, still fully dressed and all despite the late hour. Another long night of consoling Baby when her pain made the little one wake up again, and watching over her when she finally did manage to go back to sleep. She wasn’t sure which was worse, being held by Stefan as their only daughter was carried away into the night, or being forced to watch over and over again as Adora, her precious Sunbeam, suffered pains no child should. Aurora had been given sixteen years, with Baby, one never knew which fall, which bump too many, which close call would be her last.
“Well then, we’ll just have some milk with honey, and until your eyes droop we can... talk.” When was the last time they’d truly had a heart to heart? Leah couldn’t remember. She was always rushing from a royal function, to a dress fitting for Audrey, tea and quality time with her grown up daughter, switching between nursing Adora and protecting her from her own headstrong nature (A trait clearly picked up from her father, no doubt) “If you aren’t sleeping then neither am I.” There was little point in resting when she’d have to be with Sunbeam soon anyway.
