it was a day where he was off,
wren had been working his ass
off to provide everything he had
now but he was happy.
all day long he was looking out for
their little girl. barely a few months
old now, wren enjoyed every second
of this while lydia was out making
errands & getting a bit time off. she
was the one taking care all of the time
but they both didn't get much sleep
lately, because the little one was a
terrible screamer at night.
wren had been feeding her the bottle, having her on her arm, walking
through the apartment they were living in. murmuring the lines of an
english song his mother had always sung for him when he was little.
did they want this? surely not, it was unexpected but it happened, now
wren wouldn't change a thing when he was looking at the most beautiful
thing in the world.
a few minutes later the bottle was empty and it was time to
have some sleep. not for him of course. the apartment was
a mess since everything revolved about the girl. slowly laying
down the little figure, which reminded more of a puppet, into
the tiny bed, wren heard the door and he put the blanket over
his daughter, when he sneaked out of the room.
