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Pacing down the stone hallway, the stress of the day weighed heavily on his shoulders. Ever since taking up the papacy, Copia’s days were filled with meetings back to back to back of the future of the clergy and Ghost. All of this stress made up for in the arms of his beloved prime mover.
His footsteps echoed throughout the halls in his desperate plea for sanctuary in his room, luckily for him the side of the ministry in which all papas resided was often quiet and still, especially after the death of the 3 previous papas.
At last, he reached upon the dark wooden door to room, upon opening it he was greeted with a sight to behold. You, his beautiful prime mover standing in the glow of the light. Your long gown hugging to your empty bump and curves which he adored. In your arms a bundle of blankets.
A sigh came from Copia, alerting you of his presence, your head snapping from the blankets in your arms to the door.
“My love, are you okay?” You ask an arm reached out as you glide towards him.
“Yes, yes amore mio. The clergy is just very demanding sometimes, is all.” Your hand reaching for his. “Now don’t worry mi amore, how is il nostro bambino.” The little one was bundled into the pile of blankets, the only thing to poke out was their little face. His bright eyes looked straight upon Copia.
“Takes after his father, got as much energy laying in a crib as you do on stage.” Both of your eyes are now on your child. Copia’s finger sweetly outlining the babes features. “He’s missed you so, it seems. I’ve tried for hours but he simply refuses to sleep.”
Copia’s gaze shifted from their child to yours, evidence of the difficulty of putting the babe to sleep in the darkened circles around your eyes.
“Amore mio, why don’t you go rest. Let me care for il nostro bambino while you rest.” Copia’s hands rubbing your cheek.
“Copia, are you sure? I know you must be tired as well.” Copia’s arms reaching out for his child, making sure to keep the supported bits where they should be supported.
“Yes, I am sure. Now go on.” Copia giving you a swat on the ass as you walk off to the connected room where your bed was. A chuckle shared between you.
Pushing the curtains that separated the room aside, you give one last look to Copia and your babe. He gazed lovingly down upon the pile of blankets, a little hand wiggling out and reaching out to Copia’s face. Your heart swelled at the actions happening before you. Reassurance blossomed through you, your motherly instincts calmed enough you could rest.
Out of his peripheral Copia could see the rustle of the curtains, signaling that it was just him and his bambino piccolo. Looking down he could see the little one was trying to escape their blanket prison.
“Ehi, ehi, ehi. Calmati, calmati.” Copia panicked as the little one wriggled out of his arms.
Before the babe could wiggle out of his arms, Copia found safety in the woven rug near the fireplace.
In desperation, Copia hurried over to the woven rug before the fireplace before he could wiggle further.
“Your mamma was right, 3 weeks old and you already have as much spirit as Sodo.” The babe fighting tooth and nail to escape the blanket prison. “Okie dokie, lets get you out la mia bella.”
Unwrapping his child, Copia is meet with with a big long stretch. A tiny little yawn melting Copia’s tired soul. Copia softly caressed the few tufts of hair, each poking each way and that. His son cooing at him.
“Perhaps this might do the trick.” Copia shifts to his back, his baby clung tight to his chest. Stomach to stomach.
Shucking his coat off, Copia rests a pillow behind his head as he gives his newborn soft gentle pats of the back. Humming the songs that he had been working on in a sense of comfort. When you were still pregnant with the babe Copia and you would lay in bed together, he rubbed your belly delicately with his hands, head resting atop and humming sweet tunes. Your hand brushing through his hair, there was a time no greater in those 9 months then in those instances.
His babe still contunied to coo and wiggle, occosianly going for a bite of Copia’s chest in hopes there was milk waiting for him. However in due time, sleep would captivate the young babe and after hours upon hours, sleep had won. Looking down to his child, mouth wide and drooling, a small chuckle escaped Copia as he left a small kiss on his sons head. A smile breaking through shortly after.
“You need to learn to sleep easier, il nostro bambino, you give you mother too much stress. After all the hard work she had done with bringing you into the world.” Copia continued to carefully pat onto the sleeping babes back, until the tiredness grew to strong. The comfort of holding his son, the warmth from the fireplace, all of it overwhelmed Copia until the urge to sleep won. His child clutched safetly to his chest and the world feeling at peace.