aubreekipler:
Alright. It’s fine, really, it’s whatever. I’m not going to start an argument with anyone over their freaking tone. I don’t even do that with Miles. I’m not in any shape to deal with fuckery.
Has he shown you a picture of our Benny?
I–sorry.
No, he’s not. He’s kept his focus pretty much all on Chaise and Allistair. I’ve not wanted to pry, but I couldn’t help from sneaking down to the NICU on my breaks to take a peek. He’s a sweetie, though. He’s got the NICU nurses wrapped around his little finger. I know his surgery is coming up, though. He’s in great hands, but, if you’d let me, I’d be honored to lie and call it an observation so I can go in with him. I wouldn’t operate, or anything, but I’d at least be in the room. I don’t know. I thought it may help ease some nerves knowing another mom is in the room. So at least he’s not alone. And I’ll be able to send updates in real time.









