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writetomyheart2015-03-22 10:51 pm
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[team sonic] I see your eyes
Starting words from here.
Title from Milk & Bone's Watch.
This is part four of the Full of Wonder au; the first, second and third stories are To my heartbeat sound, Inner comfort of you, and Needing stitches, respectively. This story is followed by We lay in bed.
Shoulders are very interesting things. Sehun has kind of always ignored their existence, just another part of the body, maybe somewhere to sling a backpack or for Yixing to rest his head on or maybe run his tongue along as a prelude to other, more interesting places. But now that he has a baby, he finds himself thinking about shoulders a lot.
He looks at Zitao's head on his shoulder, silky black hair against the white blanket, and feels the gentle weight resting against his skin and bones as the baby sleeps. His long lashes over velvety cheeks flutter slightly; Sehun doesn't know whether he wants Tao to stay sleeping, his small heart beating in a delicate percussion against Sehun's chest, or wake up and open his gorgeous little eyes, such a beautiful shade of coffee brown.
Sehun thinks about a lot of things, in between waking up to feed Tao, walking around with him because he doesn't like to be laid down to sleep in his bassinet, dragging himself out of bed to check on the tiny wailing cries. Standing in the window, Tao on his shoulder, he lets his hand drift over his stomach; it feels so strange, somehow, to be small again. He misses it; not the swollen ankles or the nausea or the feeling of dragging around a heavy weight, but the stirring of life inside him was a glorious thing. Running his fingers over the light fabric of his shirt, he can feel the slightly raised edge of his scar, a permanent reminder of the time when Tao was inside him. He finds he likes it.
There's the sound of the keycode buttons being pressed, then the door opening and closing as softly as possible, but the wind is tricky and Sehun can hear Yixing scolding under his breath as the door handle slips out of his hands and the door slams shut with a loud bang. Tao stirs on his shoulder, scrunching up his eyes before waving his small fists lightly and opening his tiny pink mouth in an annoyed cry.
"I'm sorry," Yixing mouths, coming around the corner, arms full of groceries. He sets them down on the counter and walks forward to peck Sehun on the cheeks, letting himself lean against him for a moment before he looks down at little Tao, a long finger gently stroking his cheek. "Daddy is sorry for waking you up, little guy." Tao's eyes don't quite focus, but he looks around, he can recognize Yixing's voice.
"It's okay," Sehun murmurs, leading down to rest his head against Yixing's shoulder. His skin is warm from being outside, the fabric of his shirt still smells like summer. Resting between them, snug in a happy hug, Tao's shrill cries quieten and his delicate eyelids droop once more. Soon he's breathing quietly into Sehun's shoulder.
"Everything okay while I was out?" Yixing asks. He always asks, even if it was just a short drive to the grocery store to stock up on baby formula and ice cream.
"Tao was a little fussy," Sehun says, remembering not to shrug, a habit that's been surprisingly easy to break, "but when I carry him around he's fine." Yixing leans forward to poke softly at the shadowy bags under Sehun's eyes.
"You look like you need to rest too," he says softly. Sehun nods, but Tao is finally sleeping and he doesn't want to spoil that.
"Why don't you let me have a turn?" Yixing asks, and Sehun, both reluctant and grateful, slips the baby into Yixing's arms. Tao stirs slightly, but doesn't wake. "Go have some ice cream and then lie down," Yixing coaxes him away from Tao. "We'll be okay, I promise." Sehun nods, trailing his finger gently over Tao's soft cheek before heading to the kitchen counter. The ice cream sounds delicious, he's been thinking about it since they ran out yesterday, but right now his favourite flavour is definitely a soft pillow and an hour of uninterrupted sleep.
Title from Milk & Bone's Watch.
This is part four of the Full of Wonder au; the first, second and third stories are To my heartbeat sound, Inner comfort of you, and Needing stitches, respectively. This story is followed by We lay in bed.
Shoulders are very interesting things. Sehun has kind of always ignored their existence, just another part of the body, maybe somewhere to sling a backpack or for Yixing to rest his head on or maybe run his tongue along as a prelude to other, more interesting places. But now that he has a baby, he finds himself thinking about shoulders a lot.
He looks at Zitao's head on his shoulder, silky black hair against the white blanket, and feels the gentle weight resting against his skin and bones as the baby sleeps. His long lashes over velvety cheeks flutter slightly; Sehun doesn't know whether he wants Tao to stay sleeping, his small heart beating in a delicate percussion against Sehun's chest, or wake up and open his gorgeous little eyes, such a beautiful shade of coffee brown.
Sehun thinks about a lot of things, in between waking up to feed Tao, walking around with him because he doesn't like to be laid down to sleep in his bassinet, dragging himself out of bed to check on the tiny wailing cries. Standing in the window, Tao on his shoulder, he lets his hand drift over his stomach; it feels so strange, somehow, to be small again. He misses it; not the swollen ankles or the nausea or the feeling of dragging around a heavy weight, but the stirring of life inside him was a glorious thing. Running his fingers over the light fabric of his shirt, he can feel the slightly raised edge of his scar, a permanent reminder of the time when Tao was inside him. He finds he likes it.
There's the sound of the keycode buttons being pressed, then the door opening and closing as softly as possible, but the wind is tricky and Sehun can hear Yixing scolding under his breath as the door handle slips out of his hands and the door slams shut with a loud bang. Tao stirs on his shoulder, scrunching up his eyes before waving his small fists lightly and opening his tiny pink mouth in an annoyed cry.
"I'm sorry," Yixing mouths, coming around the corner, arms full of groceries. He sets them down on the counter and walks forward to peck Sehun on the cheeks, letting himself lean against him for a moment before he looks down at little Tao, a long finger gently stroking his cheek. "Daddy is sorry for waking you up, little guy." Tao's eyes don't quite focus, but he looks around, he can recognize Yixing's voice.
"It's okay," Sehun murmurs, leading down to rest his head against Yixing's shoulder. His skin is warm from being outside, the fabric of his shirt still smells like summer. Resting between them, snug in a happy hug, Tao's shrill cries quieten and his delicate eyelids droop once more. Soon he's breathing quietly into Sehun's shoulder.
"Everything okay while I was out?" Yixing asks. He always asks, even if it was just a short drive to the grocery store to stock up on baby formula and ice cream.
"Tao was a little fussy," Sehun says, remembering not to shrug, a habit that's been surprisingly easy to break, "but when I carry him around he's fine." Yixing leans forward to poke softly at the shadowy bags under Sehun's eyes.
"You look like you need to rest too," he says softly. Sehun nods, but Tao is finally sleeping and he doesn't want to spoil that.
"Why don't you let me have a turn?" Yixing asks, and Sehun, both reluctant and grateful, slips the baby into Yixing's arms. Tao stirs slightly, but doesn't wake. "Go have some ice cream and then lie down," Yixing coaxes him away from Tao. "We'll be okay, I promise." Sehun nods, trailing his finger gently over Tao's soft cheek before heading to the kitchen counter. The ice cream sounds delicious, he's been thinking about it since they ran out yesterday, but right now his favourite flavour is definitely a soft pillow and an hour of uninterrupted sleep.