Despite the lack of complications in the last few weeks, Amanda was still wary of Eliana sleeping through the night in her nursery. Every moment, she checked the baby monitor to ensure that her youngest was doing fine. In her mind, she knew that it was time to stop worrying, but it was easier said than done.
Late Sunday night, she lay in bed, staring at the screen of the baby monitor. Niels’ arm remained protectively around her waist, his head partially against her bosom. He was grateful to officially get their baby girl out of their bedroom. It meant a greater chance for just the two of them. “Love, she’s fine,” he said. He rolled onto his side and gently took the handheld monitor from his wife. “You need to sleep. You can’t keep doing this. We need to resume everyday living.” Amanda pouted. “I know,” she admitted. “I just worry.” Perhaps it was just fear, but she didn’t feel as though Elia was out of danger just yet. “Didn’t you have to talk to Ceci about the dance teacher position?” “Tomorrow,” Amanda promised. Niels gave her a look that made her laugh softly. “I mean it. I’ll give her a call first thing in the morning.” “Good,” said Niels. He set the baby monitor on his side table and lay on his back, pulling Amanda against his chest. “Baby, at this rate, I’ll be forced to proactively distract you again,” he teased. He playfully caressed her side. “Niels!” Amanda laughed. “You’re unbelievable. She grinned, amused. “You don’t mind.” He was smiling more tenderly at her now. “Sleep, love.” Amanda resisted for a moment, but at last, she closed her eyes and drifted off to dreamland.
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August 2017
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