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(Mass Effect. Sequel to the fic Baby Makes Three.
The war is over. The Reapers are dead. Now Shepard and Garrus have a chance to think about the future they want with their son.)
"I", Shepard thought, "hate sitting still". Especially when it was something that was being forced on her by outside circumstances. Yet, her she was, sitting cross legged on the floor of the apartment , back against the couch, with a baby sleeping sprawled across her legs. She sighed and looked down at her son. It really wasn't fair to blame her current mood on Aetius. Not like he was really forcing her to stay still. She could probably move him if she was careful; she'd done it before when he was napping and she needed to do something.
It was just that right now she didn't see the point of disturbing him even with all her restless energy. She really didn't have anything else to do. At least, nothing important
She shifted a little to stop her leg from falling asleep on her, but Aet