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Long nights

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It was simply one of those nights: one where your eyes were shut in bed, yet your mind would not let you rest. Amongst other things, of course. You had been on edge all night and the state of just waiting to be awoke again would not go away. Just as you felt your body get some relief and relaxation in the dark of your room, a small whimper came through the baby monitor that was sat on your bedside table once again.

There were many joys as a new mum. More than you can count. But, with those joys, came the struggles that not even your own parents warned you of. The hard nights and the unknown cries were one of them.

“Noo..” A soft groan came out of you without you even thinking about it. It probably was about the sixth time that night that your three month old daughter started crying out for a new reason. The first couple times was due to her hunger, third time was because her nappy needed changed… after that, you simply had no damn clue. At least this time she was gracious enough to give you forty minutes to attempt to fall asleep.

Your body tensed slightly as you waited to see if she’d fall asleep on her own. Tears started to prick your eyes because you didn’t want to hear that cry any longer.

You were so frustrated at the moment. You didn’t want to feel frustrated, especially at her. She absolutely knew no better. But, there was still a part of you that just missed peaceful sleep. It usually wasn’t this bad, either. For a first baby, she was so easy going. All she ever needed was a cuddle from you or her daddy and she was happy as can be. You and Taron even had gotten better at learning what cry was for which need of hers. You cant always expect smooth sailing though, can you?

As the cries continued to progress and get louder through the monitor, you let out another soft huff and pushed yourself away from your pillow. Let’s try this again.

“I’ve got her this time, love,” Taron’s gruff yet soft voice came from the other side of the bed, making you turn your head back to him.

“Babe, it’s okay, i’m up.” You shook your head at him. You must’ve had a frown that he could see through the dark of the room, because his first response was to put a hand to your cheek.

“You need rest, you’ve been at it with her since half past nine this evening.”

“You need sleep, too.” You mumbled back quietly, not being able to help leaning into his palm. “You’ve got work in two hours. I’ve got no where to be.”

“Doesn’t matter. I got some sleep,” Taron assured you as he propped himself up finally, letting a yawn out and ruffling his already messy hair with both of his hands. “You let me handle this one.”

A frown tugged your lips down. You really did hate that he was awake at all, let alone having to get up for something you should be able to handle without him. You are the mum, after all.

“T, she probably needs to be fed or her nappy is a little snug, I can just-“

“And if I absolutely need you, I will come get you.” He stopped you mid sentence, already knowing you wanted to argue. You watched as his legs flopped to the side of the bed, his bare back now facing you. “I haven’t helped you the past few nights.”

Your own back rested against the headboard of your bed, almost in a defeated manner as you watched your husband search around for his pyjama bottoms. “You shouldn’t have to…”

A crack in your voice was an indicator for Taron to turn around and face you again, him knowing well that you were fighting back the lump in your throat that held all your emotions in.

“Baby..” He spoke quietly as he made his way to your side of the bed, leaning over to press more than one soft kiss to your head. “I’m her daddy, you know I don’t mind helping… I can’t be with you during the day, let me do this.”

You felt so daft for letting your emotions get the best of you. To be fair, you hadn’t had much control of your tears since you were about eight months pregnant. The exhaustion just added to it all.

“I’ve got her.” Taron assured you once more with a silent nod, almost as if to tell you to lay yourself back down. He hardly gave you the chance to respond again before his heels turned to make to your door and down the hall to your daughters nursery. You would’ve continued arguing, too. You just didn’t have the energy at this point.

Ever since you found out you were pregnant, Taron did everything in his power to make sure you were comfortable. From setting up the bassinet, checking off every last item on your shopping list for the little one, and hardly letting you lift a finger. While some may have seen it as him being overbearing, you saw it as you got the loveliest husband on the planet. He wanted the best for his girls from the beginning and you knew that. That was just more of a reason to you that you should be on night duty when your daughter was this fussy. He was crabby waking up at five in the morning to be on set in the first place, you didn’t want him losing out on more sleep.

“Oh, come now angel, what’s this fuss about?”

Your head turned to the side as you heard your husbands voice on the baby monitor, your little ones cries still over powering his calm voice in the meantime.

“Daddy’s here, princess. Hold on,” He shushed your daughter once again as he came into the cameras view. You watched intently as his arms came down to scoop the little one out of her crib.

“No tears pretty girl, no tears.” He cooed as his daughter went to rest up against his chest, bundled up in his arms as her cries wailed throughout the room. Even with such a high pitched shriek, Taron kept his calm. He always did.

“Why have we given mummy such a hard time this evening princess, hmm?” He questioned as if he would get a response. You would’ve laughed if you weren’t still trying to work through your own tears in bed. “She fed you… You got a change… and I just know she gave you all the love in the world.”

One trick Taron had learned from his own mum was to sway back and forth with the little one in his arms, one of his hands gently rubbing her chest to try to soothe her any amount he could.

“Did we just need a good dad cuddle? I bet we did.” He told your little girl, his tired grin evident in his tone. “Daddy wanted a cuddle too, I have to tell ye’.” Taron repeated a soft ‘shh’ every couple seconds. You couldn’t believe how quickly the cries started to die down as he did so.

Taron stepped around the room to get a good rhythm going in hopes that would calm the baby down further. Even as her whimpers got softer, he decided to sit himself down in the rocking chair on the other end of the room to really do the trick. You could never get her to sleep when the two of you sat in that chair- she always just looked up at you with wide eyes as if she was going to miss something important if she napped. Taron thought it might be worth it to try it out. If not, he’d resort to a walk around the house with her.

“You’re meant to go visit your nan tomorrow, missy. We can’t have you all fussy and sleepy can we?” Taron asked quieter this time as the back of his index finger went to brush over her nose.

He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her eyes flutter shut briefly every time he did it. Anything your daughter did, Taron was just mesmerized by her. You loved to tease him by saying “She’s got you wrapped around her little finger” every time he was with her. But it was so true. That was daddy’s little girl and he was so proud to say it to everyone he talked to in a day.

As you had calmed down slowly, listening to taron talk softly through the monitor, you felt such a peace run through you as her cries turned into the occasional little sniffle. What really sealed the deal is when you heard Taron’s voice quietly start to hum a tune to her. It was the same one every single time, too: you are my sunshine. He sang it to your daughter the same hour she came into the world, and you were sure he’d sing it to her when she’s well past the age of having to be cuddled to sleep.

The smallest smile creeped to your lips as you listened to him. It wasn’t long before even the tiny sniffles had stopped. But that didn’t stop him one bit from continuing on.

It was almost like knowing Taron got her calm so quickly made you instantly calm. So much so you hadn’t even realized your own eyes had fluttered shut. And by the time you did, you were out like a light.

The sound of your phone alarm going off next to you slowly pulled you out of your sleep. You always set your own alarm to make sure Taron was up early enough. You fumbled around, tapping to find your phone to quiet the alarm with your eyes shut, then turning your body to tap Taron to let him know he needed to get up. But instead, your hand hit the empty sheets next to you.

Your eyes opened to turn and look for your husband. The blankets were still tossed to the side where he usually laid, just like they were when he left the bed last night.

“Babe?” You mumbled as if you’d get an answer. You sat yourself up slowly, searching the room with your eyes and peaking as far as you could into the bathroom. Where was he?

It took you a second to push yourself out of bed to go look for him. You hadn’t heard anything downstairs, like him on the phone or making his daily cup of tea. He couldn’t still be in the nursery could he?

As you padded your way down the hall, you rubbed your eyes and slowly opened up the door to your daughters room. Against your better judgment, there he was. Still sat in that rocking chair with your little girl fast asleep against his chest. He had his eyes shut peacefully as well. It was a sight that could’ve melted the heart of the coldest soul on the planet.

“Oh, lovely…” You tutted quietly to yourself as you made your way in. You’d say that couldn’t be comfortable, but with how settled the two looked you could’ve been wrong.

“T… Honey,” You quietly spoke to him with a hand going to cup his cheek. It took a second before you watched his tired eyes open up to look around. “Well, hello there dad.” you giggled softly as he finally looked up at you, a smile tugging at his lips in the process.

“Hi mum.” Taron whispered quietly back, his eyes shutting yet again.

“Love, you didn’t have to stay in here… She would’ve been okay back in her bed.” You told him honestly, even if you weren’t sure of your statement after the night you had.

“No, I know,” He admitted as his head turned to the side, glancing at the sleepy girl in his arms. “I didn’t really want to move though, ya’ know? I never get to hold her long enough.”

“Babe, you hold her from the time you get home to the time she’s back in her bed.”

He chuckled as softly at you, still being cautious of being quiet. “Okay, fine. I do, but this was a little different.”

This time, a smile crept onto your lips. “And how was this time so different?”

Taron gave a small shrug and adjusted himself so he could slip one of his arms out from underneath the baby, gently stroking her cheek. “You needed some sleep and… She wanted her daddy. I couldn’t go lay back down knowing she just wanted some love.”

In that moment, you could’ve swore you had fallen in love with this man all over again. Regardless of how tired he looked, you could see in his eyes he was so genuine and happy to be cuddled up in that chair with his daughter.

Your first response was to lean down and put a soft kiss to the tip of his nose with the smile not leaving your face. “How’d we get so lucky to have you?”

Taron’s smile grew as he reached his neck out just to place a proper kiss on your lips the time. “I think i’m the lucky one, my love. Have you seen my girls?”

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