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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]

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.