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[gavesugar]

It was everything that Sheila expected it to be and nothing like Sheila expected it to be. Painful to be sure, life-altering definitely, but no one told her what it would feel like to hold a baby in her arms.


She casts fond eyes upon the man sleeping propped up in a chair beside her bed. He was there with the the whole time, and he deserves his rest, but she is starving.

And itching to do something with her hands that doesn't involve holding the bebe.

She may or may not be lightly nudging his foot now.

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[gavesugar]

Pft, or so he says.

"'tis all right," she says. "We both doth need relaxation."

Now she'll lie back and relax, and study the picture the two of them make. She wants to remember this..

[thisismyboomstick]

She should probably be glad he was only thinking about cats.

"Hey,kiddo..."

Still mostly asleep, the baby reaches out and wraps a tiny hand around his father's finger.

[gavesugar]

It's quite a relief, actually. She worries a lot about his nightmares.

She remarks suddenly, "he still lacks a name. Arthur shall be upset enough to learn he missed the birth, but we require words for the Christening."

[thisismyboomstick]

He sighs as the baby stirs in his arms.

"You still wanna name him after me, don't you?"

[gavesugar]

There's so much smugness in her expression.

So very, very much.

"A child should be named for his father," she says.

[thisismyboomstick]

He gives her a pout that matches their son's, but it's mostly for show. She knows he can't say no to her, especially now.

"Well, we haven't got any better ideas."

[gavesugar]

"And 'tis a convenient way to pay tribute to thy deeds." She smiles. "And I do have a fondness for the words. And...tis a way to keep thee with me always."

[thisismyboomstick]

Cue Ash melting into a puddle of adoring mush.

(Metaphorically speaking.)

"Well...," he sighs, "Can't say no to that."

He rests his flesh-and-blood hand on the baby's head protectively.

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[gavesugar]

Sometimes Sheila just sits back and looks at the picture they all make. And how big Ash's hand is, and how gentle he can be.

She wants to kiss him but sadly she cannot. Achy legs from pushing and all. She does rest a hand on his foot tho, and beam at him. This is everything she's ever wanted, which is super weird to have.

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[thisismyboomstick]

"Hey, Junior."

Still beaming, he leans over to give Sheila a gentle kiss. It's been a long day.
There's a few small cries from the baby in his arms

"I think he's hungry."

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[gavesugar]

Oh, Ash. For all you know he could be reacting to being called Junior. Sheila does pat the side of Ash's face before taking their son.

"And how wouldst thou know this?"

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[thisismyboomstick]

He looks down at the baby, who's making little smushy-lipped faces and trying to find something to latch on to.

"Just a guess."

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[gavesugar]

That gets him a Look.

"That is the same face ye make when ye're trying not to sneeze."

She doesn't bother with ceremony or modesty as she goes about getting the babe to latch onto her breast. Ash has seen everything multiple times from multiple angles, after all.

[thisismyboomstick]

"Is not."

He's trying to avoid staring at her while she's feeding their son, because it's weird to gawk when boobs are being used for their original child-nourishing purpose.

"You doing okay?"

[gavesugar]

She'd poke him but she's still all post-birth. "I feel as tho I hath been stretch'd on a rack for an hour." She shrugs. "I hath been assured that this is the normal feeling."

She's hungry too, but that can be dealt with when the baby's asleep. She winces a bit; the kid's an unsurprisingly voracious eater at his early age.

[thisismyboomstick]

That he definitely gets from his father.

"You need anything?"

He's a bit at a loss for something to do now that they're settling into this new life.

[gavesugar]

She considers. "A plate of fowl with pottage and vegetables and good bread."

Someone is definitely hungry.

[thisismyboomstick]

"Sure. Be back in a sec."

He's still not entirely sure what pottage is (or if he really wants to know) but he's pretty sure the kitchen staff will. He gives Sheila a kiss on the forehead before departing.

[gavesugar]

By the time Ash makes his way back to the room, he'll find Sheila standing over the baby's cradle, humming to him now that he's been fed and burped.

He's adorable when he's blowing bubbles, apparently.

[thisismyboomstick]

He's the only Ash Williams people are likely to find adorable while spitting up.

"Hey," he says quietly, setting her food down on the bedside table.

[gavesugar]

That's only because Ash the Elder's bodily functions are more...colorful and volatile.

"Shhh. He's going to sleep," she murmurs. The baby is apparently drifting off, though he seems to be fighting the notion off at the same time.

[thisismyboomstick]

Which is also just like his dad. Stubborn to the core.

"I know."

He stands beside her, wrapping an arm around her waist carefully to not aggravate any lingering soreness.

[gavesugar]

She leans into him, automatically. He's nice and sturdy most of the time, and it's easy for her to just relax into his grip.

Tiny Ash finally lets his eyes flutter closed, letting out an enormous yawn as he does.

[thisismyboomstick]

He holds his breath, not wanting to do anything to spoil the moment.

He smiles as Junior drifts off to sleep, still looking a little pouty at the fact that he can't spend all night clinging onto his mom and dad. As his last yawn fades, Ash presses a kiss into Sheila's hair.

[gavesugar]

What else is there to do but lean back into his grip?

The moment is fine and good and all she's every dreamed of.

She shifts to wrap her arms around his neck and then her stomach growls, spoiling the moment.

[thisismyboomstick]

He can't help but chuckle a little bit.

"Come on, I got your food."

A little rest and a good meal can do wonders.

[gavesugar]

And so it can.

"After, can ye find my sword? Tis time it 'twas polished."

she has not forgotten her knighthood in all of this.