The So Many Purposes of Throw Pillows

I hesitated as soon as I was standing in front of the door of her temporary room. And it wasn't because she could –and should, after everything she'd been through- be asleep this early in the morning, or because she might have visitors, or even because she might need some privacy. All of those were perfectly good reasons to justify this hesitation of mine, but if I were to be honest with himself, I knew pretty damn well that those didn't even pass my mind. The true reason I was hesitating to open the door? I didn't know how to.

And no, it wasn't locked or anything. The thing didn't even have a lock, just like every other door of every other patient's room in the entire freaking hospital. Like she was just another patient, which just happened to be cut open with a knife on one of the board members' kitchen table. Sigh.

But locked or not locked, how was I supposed to open the goddamn door while holding the huge food tray in one hand and the dozens of bags with her stuff in the other?

Putting the bags down was obviously out of the question as there was no way I could possibly take them all in my hand again. And let's not even talk about the tray. So I decided, for better or worse, to work my magic. While lifting the tray as high as possible to get that out of the way, I twitched and used my elbow to reach the handle, and then I proceeded to push down on it, slightly opening the door. Satisfied, I used my foot to open it even wider and took a step forward. Everything seemed to work out perfectly.

That was, up until one of the freaking bags got caught on the handle.

As I was clearly not prepared for such resistance, I had little time to react as the sudden loss of my balance caused the water bottle I had neatly placed on the tray –and thankfully only that- to slip and land right on top of my head, and then fall on the floor with a large bump.

Well, if there was even the slightest chance she'd be asleep before, there wasn't now. But as I lifted my eyes off the fallen bottle, my face twisted in what I was sure was an extensive wince, I was relieved to find that she had already been awake. What I was not relieved to find, however, was her ridiculously amused expression, accompanied with fresh fits of laughter emerging from her throat.

"Don't." I groaned as I released the caught bag from the handle and walked up to her bed.

She bit on her lower lip but the giggles somehow continued nonetheless. "Good morning." She managed to choke out, and there was apparently something extra amusing in those two words of hers that lead to round of pure hysterics from her part.

The little skunk was laughing at me.

I let the stupid bags slip from my hand and pulled the chair next to her bed forward to sit on. "Quit with the laughing, alright? It actually hurt." I stated. "I could get a concussion or something."

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't worry. There's no way anything could break that big head of yours."

I shook my head at her. "And here I was being all thoughtful and got you some nice cafeteria breakfast. I guess I'll keep it to myself after all."

A wave of satisfaction washed over me at the view of her widening eyes. "What?"

"Well, Grey told me your diet wouldn't affect the healing process in any way, so I thought you'd appreciate some actual food instead of that crap we give patients." I explained with a shrug of disdain, although I knew pretty darn well that there was nothing indifferent about this for me. It had taken me forever to decide on what I would get for her, knowing what she would like but also what could possibly harm her. Not that I would ever let anybody know about that. Her of all people.

But despite my remarkable attempts to seem aloof, I still couldn't help but be amazed by the way that joy –pure joy- filled her eyes at my words. The way her lips lifted upward. The way her dimples crinkled. The way her teeth were perfectly aligned. The warm glow her happiness gave. Her smile was a ray of sunshine, and I was freaking sunburned. Again.

How was this even possible? The last couple of weeks before the divorce just the sight of her had been enough to make me want to leave the room. Every time she would reach to touch my hand I had felt like the contact was physically painful. As if her fingers were burning my skin, and I had to pull away immediately. But after the divorce… and especially after I found out about Harriet… It was like a switch flipped. My hands seemed like they had a mind of their own, constantly craving the feeling of her warm skin against them without my mind's permission.

I used to be able to control them, completely in the beginning, and from some point on at least before they actually made contact with her skin. But every last shred of control I might have had was completely gone after that night… The night I almost lost them both… lost her…

I suddenly became aware of the dangerous and strictly forbidden path I had unwillingly allowed my mind to take and mentally slapped myself. At least I hoped it was mentally but the intensity made it so vivid that I had some doubts.

Ugh, I was doing it again. Goddamn it, those thoughts had to go away. What the hell was wrong with me? Why was I allowing this? Okay, allowing was certainly not the proper word, but why wasn't I preventing it?

And why was I having those thoughts in the first place? I knew what I was doing when I divorced her. I knew that even though I loved her- and probably always would- fixing us wouldn't work out after all. I knew there were things that we couldn't repair. It wasn't like I had taken any of that lightly, I had seriously thought everything through for what seemed like a million times. Given all those, I had been certain that the divorce was the only right path for us to follow.

So why did it feel so bad?

We had based our entire relationship on what felt good. We had both been certain that when something felt too good, it couldn't be bad. But we had both grown since then. We had been through so much, together and apart. We had had to learn things the hard way. And I was pretty darn sure that she had also realized by now how truly wrong that statement was.

Something that felt really, really good, could actually turn out to be horribly bad. That much I knew.

But when something felt horribly, horribly bad… how could it actually be good?

"This is for me?" she asked then, pulling me out of my thoughts –and thank god for that. I nodded and she all but squealed as she lifted both her arms up for me to put the food tray in.

"Wait." I said and turned round to grab one of the throw pillows that were laying on the lounge chair behind me. "Where does it hurt?" I asked then, and she lowered her hands to point at a spot a bit lower than her belly button. I nodded once again and gently placed the pillow on her lap, careful for it not to make contact with her sore skin. She was already sitting up the whole time, so I simply proceeded to place the food try on top of the pillow and sit back on my chair.

She looked up at me then, smirking. "See? I told you throw pillows had many purposes."

I huffed. "Don't be a smartass with me, I shouldn't even have handled you the food after you laughed at my face."

She shook her head. "You're such a cow sometimes."

A cow?

Last time I checked I was the pig.

I frowned. "What are you even talking about?"

"Making a whole bucket of milk and then-" she slapped the air "-Boom! Kicking it and spilling it all over the dirt!"

…Was that supposed to make any sense?

I gaped at her. "Are you sure Ben didn't drop you off that kitchen table head first?"

"Shut up." She murmured and I caught a glimpse of her grin before it disappeared behind the unison of her pressed together palms and tangled fingers, as she leaned forward to send out her standard prayer. I stayed silent, and begun mentally counting to twenty. She was done before I even reached fourteen. Man, that was quick. She must have really been hungry today. Or just excited to put some actual edible food in her system after two whole weeks. Whichever it was, she immediately grabbed the plastic fork and attacked the sausages with all the force of a great typhoon. I had been reluctant about getting her those sausages at first, but I knew she would love them and they were boiled anyways so they couldn't be that bad…

And that was when her eyes rolled back in her skull and she moaned.

Literally. She freaking moaned.

And my mind went completely blank for a split second.

"Oh, God…" she sighed.

I gulped.

"This is so good…" Another moan.

Fuck.

"I missed this so much…"

Oh, no. No. I knew what was next.

She bit her lip and let out a long, loud groan.

And my pants tightened.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK.

I almost heard the click my mind made as it finally begun functioning again, and I suddenly realized I had been gawking like an idiot. I quickly shut my hanging mouth, thankful her eyes had been closed the entire time, and grabbed one pillow from behind me, throwing it on my croach and holding on to it like my life depended on it. Not the most natural pose, but whatever. As long as everything was nice and hidden…

And look at that. Another purpose for the stupid pillows. I thought I might just reconsider my view on them after this. Might.

She opened her eyes right on time, and they came searching for mine. It actually felt weird, I realized. She had been avoiding eye contact for so long. Mainly since the divorce. That had been the last time she had actually searched for my eyes. When she'd asked me if I really wanted this. And I had. At least I thought I had, but I still couldn't bring myself to look in those warm hazel eyes that sparkled with hope and say it out loud. A man can only take so much.

The day after the divorce she had looked in my eyes again. But it just felt so off. So forced. Everything had changed. Her body was stiff, her movements measured, her words carefully chosen. Like I was a stranger. And maybe that's what she had chosen to see me as. It must have been easier for her that way. And for me too, I guess. Although I definitely had not prepared myself for the pain that it caused. Throbs in my guts, deep and warm, but not in a nice way. It felt like someone had their hand in there and were squeezing my organs first gently and then as hard as they could. Was it supposed to hurt like this, when I was the one that had made the decision in the first place? After everything she'd done, after all the ways she'd hurt me? She had physically abandoned me, for fuck's sake! So why did it hurt so much to let her go? I had no idea. All I knew was that it did.

And so I was the one avoiding eye contact after that. And then so was she. And with both of us avoiding each other's eyes for so long, it felt so weird to finally meet them when we had to, after that night at the parking lot.

We've had lots of time to get used to it after that, with the ultrasound and stuff. But still, when she searched for my gaze just now, I felt my heart fasten its beat, bumping like crazy inside my chest. Should her eyes have this effect on me? Definitely not. They did though, and if I were being honest to myself, I knew that the lack of eye contact the past months could barely be considered a reason to justify this. But knowing didn't mean accepting. And I was not going to accept such reactions from my part. I was stronger than this.

Wasn't I?

"Thank you." She said, the words dripping honey as they slid through her soft pink lips that reminded me of a rose bud. The later curved to form another one of those smiles of hers that brought back a million memories in a split second.

Oh, who was I fooling? I was weaker than spaghetti noodles!

Speaking of noodles, when was the last time I'd had Chinese food? I should order some later that night.

I cleared my throat. "You're welcome."

I simply watched her eat for a while after that, and then when she was done I was finally confident enough to put the pillow aside and get up to take the food tray from her and place it on the coffee table at the corner.

It wasn't long after that when both our heads shot towards the door as we heard the sound of wheels rolling. Soon, Karev's silhouette appeared from the corner, pushing towards us the bassinet in which was laying the sunniest of sunrays folded in a stack of white baby blankets. "Here's our girl!" I exclaimed happily. I hadn't seen her since last night when they took her to the NICU, but it felt like forever. No matter how much time I got to spend with her, I still couldn't get enough of that little nugget.

"Hi sweetie! Gimme, gimme, gimme!" April squealed while raising her hands in the air like a five year old again. Okay now, can you blame me for finding that adorable?

Karev handed her the baby. "Harriet is gaining weight right on schedule. She's healthy and fat."

Of course she was gaining weight. Her mouth was almost constantly attached to April's breast. She was eating so much you'd think she'd burst any minute now. "Fat baby." I said proudly.

"Fat baby." Karev repeated, offering him a fist bump. "And healthy enough to go home today." He added.

I blinked. "Yeah?"

The peds surgeon nodded.

Holy crap.

Holy crap.

We were taking our baby home! We'd get to actually play with her and change her diapers and bathe her and put her to sleep and-

Wait. Not really. We wouldn't. Not together. I gave myself another mental-non-mental slap. Maybe she'd let me drive them home, but that's it. I would get to do all those eventually, of course, but for now I should just let Harriet adjust to her new environment with her mother… and I couldn't just take her away, she was still breastfeeding and stuff. So… no baby time for me. I sighed.

"Are you sure she's ready?" April asked, and from the tone of her voice I knew there was a long round of rambling coming up. "What about her respirations? I thought I saw-"

"Kepner, you can take your kid home." Karev cut her off, just when his pager begun peeping.

I looked at her and her face was close to desperate. I frowned. What did she have to be upset about? I was the one that was going to not see enough of their own child for god knows how long!

"Look, I got to go…" Alex said then, and it hit me.

Shit. I completely forgot about the DeLuca thing. "Oh, that's today." I mumbled. What a crappy friend I was.

He took a deep breath. "Congrats on the fat baby!" he exclaimed with a forced smile.

"Okay, yeah, thanks." I said as he walked away. I turned to look at April, only to meet the same expression of desperation she had before. "Why the face? It's a good thing." For you, at least.

"Not for me."

What the hell? "What do you mean?"

She licked her lips. "My incision opened back up. They want to do wound therapy…"

Wait.

What?

Why was I not informed of this? What the hell, I was the freaking head of the board and they just failed to inform me that my own wife's wounds reopened?

…Ex-wife, goddamn it! EX-wife!

I sighed in frustration. I had some serous talking to do with some people here. And myself, of course. Mainly with myself.

"Harriet is going home..." April continued, and bit her lip. "But I'm not." She added, her voice breaking.

And if she wasn't going home… that meant I was taking Harriet with me. At my place. To play with her and change her diapers and bathe her and put her to sleep. On my own.

Crap. I'm screwed.

And not only that, but she would be away from her mom… and April would become depressed… and what on earth was I supposed to feed her now?!

This was a disaster. A complete and utter disaster. I had to fix this. Crap, crap, crap.

April began sniffing, her expression dedicating she was really, really close to crying.

Crap!

Do something, you moron! Say something!

"Hey, it's all gonna be okay…"

She sobbed. "How? She's gonna be away from me! I'll never be able to see her now!" Another sob.

I realized my hand was rubbing her knee without my mind's permission, but I left it to it. It was a friendly and comforting gesture. I used to do it all the time when we were friends. Like that time with the boards. She cried a lot back then. "Look, I…" I what? What could I do about it? There were hundreds of babies in need for professional help and care in the NICU, I couldn't possibly ask them to care after my own, perfectly healthy, fat baby. Which would now starve to death because her dad doesn't produce milk and her mom would only let him feed her baby formulas over her dead body.

"I promise I will bring her here every day and let her hang with you all day long, okay?" And hopefully she'll spend all that time attached to your boob cause otherwise she's dead, but let's not mention that just yet.

"But she… you're taking her home. Her first time outside, her first ride in a car, her first diaper change, her first bath… I am going to miss all that!"

And I am going to do them all by myself, try that as an alternative. "I know it sounds bad…" she glared at me. "Okay, it sounds horrible. Like, absolutely, horribly… horrible…" she sobbed again. "But!" I yelled and Harriet whimpered. "…Sorry." I said softer. "But, it's not the end of the world." I continued. Me killing our baby is, but let's not mention this either. "The important thing is that she's healthy, and you're healthy." I added, and she instantly seemed to calm a little bit at my words. I smiled at her. "Come on, repeat that."

She gaped at me.

"I'm serious. Repeating seems to help you a lot. Like back then at the boards, when you kept saying 'I'm a soldier.'" And then you punched a guy… and then you kissed me. But let's just not repeat the latter two.

Or, at least the first one.

Shut up.

"So come on, repeat after me. The important thing is that she's healthy and you're healthy."

She rolled her eyes, but to my surprise she actually did as I said. "The important thing is that she's healthy and I'm healthy."

I smiled at her. "Good. Now can I hold my baby?"

She made a sound really close to a growl. "You're gonna have forever to hold her, I only have until tonight!" she hissed.

"You know that's not really…" I began saying but the glare she shot at me shut me up. "Okay, later then."

To my relief Harriet was soon nursing, and I took advantage of the mother-daughter bonding time to actually work a bit. I did some rounds and filed some paper work- nothing heavy- and when enough time had passed I decided to take a quick trip to my place and pick up some stuff for Harriet's ride home. It was less than a fifteen minute ride and I knew I was being irrational, but I still picked among with the baby car seat a change of clothes, two pacifiers, a bag of diapers and –of course- a first aid kit. Just in case.

When I returned, it was already later afternoon, and soon it would be time for the two of us to get going. And that was something I was definitely not ready for. But it wasn't like I had a choice anyways.

When I entered April's room, I found her holding a deeply asleep baby. Something I was not particularly happy for, because her sleeping now meant there was no way I was getting any sleep later that night. But as far as I knew that was generally the case with newborns, so I just had to come to terms with that fact. "Hey." I whispered.

She looked up at me and gave me a sad smile. "Hey." I walked closer to the bed and placed the car seat on the lounge chair I had been sitting on earlier. I was sure I saw April frowning at it from the corner of my eyes, but it was all gone when I looked at her. "She fell asleep and I didn't want to wake her so I was just holding her the whole time." She admitted with another small smile. I smiled back, and lifted my hands to take my sleeping daughter's tiny form from her arms. Reluctantly, April let me. As gently as I could, I placed her in the car seat, but didn't buckle the seat belt just yet. There was still a really important issue to be solved before we left.

"Can you hand me the breast pump from the self?" She asked me before I had time to ask her what the hell I was going to feed the baby.

I blinked. "The what?"

She stared at me. "The breast pump? It's right there on the self. The nurse sterilized it and brought it back so I can use it one last time before you go. I already prepared more than enough milk for you to take with you, but you know, just in case…"

"Oh. Right. A breast pump." Which was on the self… yep, there it was. And, goodness, that thing looked scary. I walked up to it and took all the parts in my hands, careful not to drop anything, and then I returned to the bed and sat on her left this time.

"Thanks." She mattered and took the little bottle in her hands, placing on top of it some short of flange and then attaching a wire to it that traced back to a white electric part, which I assumed should be plugged and took care of that part myself. And then she began taking her shirt off. And it wasn't like I hadn't seen her feed Harriet a million times already. But this… this was different. There was no baby here, or at least for a couple of meters, and she was taking her shirt off and… I had to get out of there.

I sat up. "So I guess I'll just… leave you to it then." I exclaimed and began walking away.

"Hey, don't go!" she said and I froze in my tracks. "I mean, you can go if you want to, but I really need some help with this and, you know, it's fine if you stay anyways. You watch me breastfeed Harriet all the time, and this will surely take more that fifteen minutes and I've really had no one to talk to all day, and what if she wakes up, you know I can't get up to pick her up and-"

"Whoa, whoa." I said, stopping her rambling. She did that a lot lately, I blamed the hormones. "If you want me to stay, I'll stay. End of story." I said. Even though I really didn't feel like staying, there was no way I was leaving her when she clearly needed me to stay. I sat back down.

And so the shirt came off, revealing that blue bra of hers with the white dots and the little bow in the middle. That surprised me, since I could clearly remember she was wearing a nursing bra before I left. I didn't think much of it, though, since that was when that came off too.

And holy fuck.

She was literally half naked in front of me.

Like, really, she wore nothing from her waist and up. That was not how she usually breastfed Harriet. And Harriet was technically not even there. I gulped.

Thank goodness I closed that door coming in.

Oh, why didn't I leave when I had the chance to? I forced my eyes away from her swollen cleavage and all erect nipples and searched for something to cover myself, for the second time today. What was I, a horny teenager or something? God.

There was the bag with the baby stuff for Harriet on my left. No way I was using that to cover my erection, that was just sick. So I looked on my right and, what do you know! A throw pillow that had somehow fallen on the floor from somewhere. Was this the craziest coincidence or was I the luckiest guy alive? Well, who cares anyways. I grabbed the pillow and threw it on my lap, completely ignoring April's questioning look. All I hoped was that I hadn't completely corrupted the innocent virgin she'd always had in her. But who was I fooling, she would never, and I mean ever, take off her clothes in front of anyone, not even her own mother, without cringing and blushing all over when I'd first met her. She was corrupted alright.

To my relief, though, she didn't seem to care much about the poor throw pillow, or at least, if she did, she didn't show it.

Ah, the throw pillows. Lifesavers. I was never going to question their purpose again.

So April took the weird-looking machine in her hands, then, and took hold of her right breast with one hand to place the flange on top of it with the other, directly over her nipple. "Okay, here's where I need help with. Car you turn that on?" she asked, gesturing with her hand towards the machine.

"How?" there were like a million buttons on that thing.

She snorted. "Push the button that says 'ON'."

I examined the machine. Yeah, there was a big button on the center with the word 'ON' on it.

…Woops?

Well, she surely couldn't expect me to concentrate on anything with her half naked in front of me.

I pushed the freaking button and the machine began making a surprisingly loud sound. I looked at April's breast and there was definitely some sucking going on where her nipple was. It looked so weird.

"Doesn't that hurt or something?" I asked frowning.

She shrugged, a great accomplishment by the way with all those wires attached to her. "Nah. It's really strange. Ticklish even. But it doesn't hurt."

Ticklish?

Yeah, I knew what that felt like.

"Okay, and now I need you to take that other bottle and place it on my other breast like this." She spitted out so quickly I thought I imagined it at first.

But then she was looking at me expectantly, so…

"Wh-what?" I stammered like an idiot.

"I need to hold this with both hands so that it will fit better and no air will come in, otherwise it won't suck correctly and it will take forever. So, I need help with the other one.

I blinked once.

Twice.

She surely couldn't be expecting of me to actually touch her boob, right?

Right?!

"Uh… do you…"

"Just make sure to place it directly on top of the nipple, and squeeze a bit so that air won't come in."

I gulped, for what seemed like the millionth time today. "S-squeeze?"

"Yeah, like this." She said and pressed the flange harder against her breast, while squeezing the later a bit with the other hand.

Was the room spinning or was it just my head?

Okay, stop.

She needed my help, didn't she? She could have called any nurse, but she wanted me to help. And I wouldn't let her down when she needed me. Not for the world.

"Okay." I somehow managed to choke out, and without giving it much thought I grabbed the small bottle and, just like she had earlier, I gently took hold of her left breast and placed the flange on it, centering her nipple.

Ahh.

The softness… the warmth… the smoothness of her skin… It was all just too overwhelming. It drove me insane. And yet, I somehow managed to keep control, to suppress my urge to just drop the freaking machine and lean over to kiss it and lick it and-

My erection, hard as ever, twitched inside my pants, and I felt the throw pillow jump slightly upwards on my lap.

No! Stop this, damn it, it's already hard enough without the visual part!

I clenched my jaw, forcing myself to concentrate, and as softly as I possibly could, I squeezed it just a tiny bit. Immediately, the almost transparent liquid began flowing through the tubes, small drops falling into the bottle. I had to admit that it was sort of mesmerizing, in an odd, twisted way.

I did not dare to actually look, but with the corner of my eye I saw her biting her lip and turning her head towards the sleeping baby. Or away from me, in other words. And with satisfaction I realized that I recognized this reaction.

So, she was not as unaffected by this as she wanted to seem like after all. In fact, the gaze avoidance and the soft but visible color that was creeping up her cheeks and all the way down to her throat expressed the exact opposite. She was affected. A lot. I tried to bite back a smile.

And then the door shut open. "Hey, have you seen-" Karev stopped mid-sentenced and froze his every move as he stared at us blankly. His eyes first met my incessantly blinking ones, then April's widened ones and then they travelled further down to our hands on her breasts.

He shook his head. "I'm not even gonna ask." He mattered, and walked away again, shutting the door behind him.

I turned to look at April, who was now the color of crimson. And once our eyes met, we both burst out to loud fits of laughter. Knowing that we should be quiet not to wake Harriet somehow made the whole situation a hundred times more ridiculous, and we were soon both struggling to breathe.

"You know what this reminds me of?" she asked me when the giggles died out.

"What?"

"That time with the pregnancy scare. When he entered the room as you were taking my blood for the test."

I huffed. "Yeah. Or when he walked in on us in that supply closet." I added and immediately regretted it. How stupid could one person be? What reason would I possibly have to mention the two of us having sex while my hand was literally squeezing her boob?

To my surprise, though, she actually giggled again. "Yeah, he has a thing for walking in on us."

I chuckled, relieved. "He really does."

And so, a long while passed before the bottles were almost full, and her breasts were both dried out. I finally let go of her warmth after what felt like forever, but among with my relief to have this over with, my palm suddenly felt so cold. So empty. I ignored it.

She put her bra and shirt back on and gave me almost a thousand instructions on what to do with Harriet once we got home, from how to sterilize her pacifiers to which onesie to put her in. I promised to take pictures and stuff, and I was buckling her seat belt, all ready to leave, when she began crying. Again.

"Hey." I said softly.

"She's going home without me." She whimpered.

"Yeah. And what did we just say about that?"

She looked up the ceiling, indignant. "The important thing is that she's healthy, and I'm healthy." She repeated.

"Exactly."

She glared at me. "That's crap!"

I took a deep breath. Here we go again…

"She's supposed to be with me! Bonding, and attaching or whatever. Smelling me like birds and dogs."

I frowned. "Birds and dogs?" What was it with all the animals today?

She slapped my hand. "Shut up, it's nature!" she cried and I grinned. My nature freak.

Wait.

Not my nature freak.

"How's she gonna attach to me when she's there and I'm here?" she whined.

I sighed. "You're gonna be discharged soon."

She held up her hands. "And then what? I'm still gonna be in recovery! You know the ins and outs of post-op incisions. I'm not even gonna be able to pick her up with…" she sobbed. "…Without help. I'm gonna have to hire someone to come and take care of her, some mamma bird who smells good and bonds with my baby while I just lie there and watch!" she continued rambling and finally buried her head in her palms.

Good lord. What the hell was I supposed to respond to that?

"You know what, you should just go." She said then with a sniff.

I shook my head. Yeah right I'm leaving her like this. We were laughing minutes ago, I bet I could do that again. "I'm not going anywhere while you're this upset." I stated.

"Well, you have to because I'm not gonna stop!" she cried, and that was when Harriet began fussing a little bit in her sleep. Finally. I seriously thought the baby had died before I even had the chance to exercise my perfect parenting skills on her.

I stretched my hand towards April gesturing her to be quiet while I began shushing Harriet.

It didn't work. "I'm just gonna die of dehydration!" she cried again and buried her face in her hands once more.

"It's gonna be alright, you know." I made a last attempt to calm her before she woke my baby up.

"Get out!" she shouted at my face.

Oh, fine! If she wanted to be like this, then so be it! I grabbed the bag with the baby stuff in my one hand and the car seat in the other and quickly walked out of the room, carrying Harriet's surprisingly still sleeping form.

Oh, this was going to be a long night.

[A/N] Stay tuned for more fluff and them moving in together.

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