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The baby isn’t fussy, but he’s a restless sleeper. Making soft cooing sounds and kicking off his booties until someone catches wind of his little tantrum through the baby monitor and comes to get him.
It’s almost always Momma who does.
Almost.
“Ransom?”, Marta says groggily, as he slips back into bed with the little bundle clutched safely against his bare chest. “He’s awake again?”
“I don’t think he even went to sleep,” Dad is saying with a little chuckle. Settling against the pillows and tucking Momma against his side. “Maybe he just wants to be with us.”
She’s smiling a little. Hand smoothing over her baby’s downy brown hair. “We can’t bring him in here forever you know.”
“I know,” Ransom’s holding one of his little fingers gently between two of his own. “He’s really cute isn’t he?”
Marta giggles a little. “What’s that face he’s making?”
“Is that the poop face?” Ransom says turning Harrison onto his back and, putting a big hand over his stomach.
“Doesn’t look like the poop face,” Marta says touching one incredibly soft cheek with her finger. “I think he’s finally falling asleep.”
“Little weirdo. Want me to take him back?”
“No, it’s okay,” she says snuggling tighter against his shoulder. “He woke us up because he wanted attention. Let’s give him some.”