Work Text:
“For god’s sake, move over.”
Tess looked up, tired and harried, and for a moment Harrison felt guilty for both the words and how he’d all but growled them out. After all, she was doing her best to soothe their little Jesse, hush her cries and lull her back to peace, because he had a meeting in four hours and had already spent the better part of the past two nights awake with their daughter. Yet, Tess said nothing about his tone as she swung her legs down off the couch, giving him room to sit; she merely handed Jesse over with a grateful expression when he held out his arms for her.
Jesse didn’t quiet the second Harrison had her nestled against his chest, nor even when he tucked her blanket around her more closely, but when he began to sing, she finally fell silent (and, as always, Harrison was convinced she had no ear for music, because he found nothing pleasant in the almost nasal, faintly rasping tones of his own voice). He kept singing, low and soft, until Jesse’s breathing tapered into high-pitched snores and Tess’ head fell heavily on his shoulder in sleep; then - and only then - did Harrison quiet as well, closed his eyes, and settled in to get what rest he could before dawn.
jujubiest Thu 02 Jun 2016 10:17PM UTC
Comment Actions
preussisch_blau Thu 02 Jun 2016 10:32PM UTC
Comment Actions
RefugeeofTumblr Thu 02 Jun 2016 11:48PM UTC
Comment Actions
Tux_Bird Fri 03 Jun 2016 10:04PM UTC
Comment Actions
darkshrimpemotions (jujubiest) Mon 13 Nov 2023 11:34AM UTC
Comment Actions