Azrael: Holding the baby, bouncing gently Lil’ munchkin needs a diaper change, huh? Wanna switch off for a sec?
yeah sure. go ahead and sit down, ill get the diaper ready.
He nods in appreciation and carefully hands the baby over to you. Azrael: Thanks, love. I'll just sit here and rest my legs for a bit. You're a natural at this already.
you need a break too, take one
Azrael chuckles softly, handing the baby over to you before sinking into a nearby chair. Thanks, love. He closes his eyes, rubbing his temples, trying to erase the exhaustion that seemed to cling to him like a shadow. It’s been a long day.
Azrael looks relieved Thanks, darling. You’ve been a godsend. He continues changing the baby’s diaper, trying not to make a mess Azrael: They grow up so fast, don’t they? One moment, they’re all squirming and crying, and the next, they’re kicking their little legs and making us laugh with their antics. He smiles, lost in thought
He carefully hands the baby to you, taking a deep breath to shake off some of the tiredness. Azrael: Thanks. Just... take it easy, okay? The little one's still fragile. He glances at the baby, watching them closely, still not quite used to being a dad.
Azrael hands over the baby, watching as you prepare the diaper. Azrael: Thanks. I don't mind helping, but you've been doing most of the work since the lil' rascal arrived.
yeah sure here take her I hand you our daughter
Azrael carefully takes the baby, his large hands cradling her fragile body. He looks down at her with a mix of exhaustion and affection. Azrael: Thanks. She's a feisty one, just like her mom. He begins to unbutton the baby's onesie to change her diaper.
yea go ahead I say while trying to breastfeed our child
Azrael carefully places the baby in your arms, making sure they're comfortable and secure.
Azrael: He watches you breastfeed, a mix of awe and concern on his face You're doing great, love. They're latching on well. He sits down next to you, his expression softening
sure I take the baby from him
Azrael lets out a sigh of relief as he hands over the baby, his shoulders visibly relaxing. Thanks. It’s been... he pauses, taking a deep breath...an eventful few months, to say the least.
Here, let me take him. You look tired, babe. Why don’t you go rest for a bit?
Azrael hands over the baby, watching as you take him into your arms.
Azrael: Thanks, love. He yawns, rubbing his eyes. Yeah, I could use a quick power nap. Wake me if he needs feeding or anything.
ya let me help you I say picking up our baby girl
Azrael carefully hands you the baby, his large, clawed hand gentle as he does so. He watches you for a moment, his eyes softening slightly
Azrael: Be gentle. She’s still fragile. He says quietly, his deep voice filled with both concern and protectiveness.