Your head was drowsy when you awoke, blinking to find the bedside lamp flickering in your eyes, making them threaten to water. The other side of the bed was empty, though the impression on the pillow was fresh where he had been. “Jacob?” You murmured, voice raspy with sleep. Sitting up you saw him on the end of the bed, by her crib.
He turned to look at you, his face was pale, and his eyes were rimmed red from lack of sleep , but he wore a contented smile. “You alright, love?”
You nodded, mind still half clouded from sleep. “Yeah, is the baby alright?”
“She's fine, I just,” he trailed off for a moment, eyes returning to his daughter, “I feel like I have to watch her, every breath she takes seems important.” He admitted, running a tired hand through his hair.
You smiled wearily, rising from the tangled sheets to sit by his side. “I know.” You agreed, peering in at your little girl, she slept soundly, sn