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chesstotem) wrote2012-02-25 02:18 pm
chesstotem) wrote2012-02-25 02:18 pm
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Everything was going well, and soon enough, they were able to bring the baby home. Ariadne was extra-excited, because even as nice as the hospital accommodations were, she really wanted her own bed and some of Arthur's cooking.
Of course, the baby never let her sleep more than three hours at a stretch.
She groaned, shifting to look at the clock. An ungodly hour of the morning, as she expected. But the baby's cries were coming in loud and clear over the monitor. She sighed and stretched.
Of course, the baby never let her sleep more than three hours at a stretch.
She groaned, shifting to look at the clock. An ungodly hour of the morning, as she expected. But the baby's cries were coming in loud and clear over the monitor. She sighed and stretched.
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"Sure," her mother answered, head popping out of the nursery.
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