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10.18.2012 , 05:07 AM |
Best Day Ever
Lord Vizloch and a very young Rochester
Exhausted, Lord Vizloch lay down on her chaise longue and stripped off the last pieces of her training armour. The exercises had been trying on her body and mind, but she had made progress. Even if she could not rid herself of it, the pain of separation was now something she could control. Every muscle ached and she wanted only to sleep. Indeed, the longer she lay on the chaise longue, the heavier her limbs became. At length, a serving girl presented a tray of sweetened tea and small cakes.
"Girl," Lord Vizloch lifted her hand from her brow, but did not look at the serving girl. "Where is Nurse Lacroix?"
The serving girl bowed deeply, keeping her gaze focused on her toes.
"I believe Nurse Lacroix is currently in the nursery, my Lord."
"Fetch her for me."
"At once, my Lord."
Lord Vizloch reached out with the Force, feeling carefully for the cakes. The fog settling on her mind made concentration difficult and twice she almost dropped the fancy. She was just finishing the rose-flavoured treat when Nurse Lacroix entered, little Rochester asleep in her arms.
"My Lord." She inclined her head and curtseyed as best she could. Instinctively Lord Vizloch held out her arms and was presented with her son. She settled back and cradled the boy, resting his head on her breast and arm.
"Are they behaving themselves?"
"Benedicta feeds, sleeps and plays with suitable decorum. She has taken to routine as a duck to water," Nurse Lacroix sighed, preparing herself to deliver what she considered less-then pleasant news. "Rochester, however, appears to crave constant attention. He does not observe appropriate play structures - indeed, earlier I gave him a soft toy and he nearly sucked the ear off. I had to remove the toy from him before he chocked."
"Thank you, Nurse Lacroix," Lord Vizloch had not looked at the woman since she had been handed her son and it seemed as if she had not been listening either. "You may leave us."
"Very well, my Lord." Nurse Lacroix bowed and left the room, swift steps taking her to the nursery room and her remaining charge.
Lord Vizloch cooed at her son, delighting as he grabbed at her fingers. She allowed him gum and suck at the digits, pleased just to have his company. She bounced and rocked him gently and he laughed, reaching to her face for a hug.
I think my utter lack of experience with children really shows here. They're like tiny little screaming aliens and I have no idea why I wrote this. I blame Magdalane and all the gooshy family stuff in
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