Lemon and Sugar- DNF

10~berries~10

Leave comments pls bc they're so funny to read and I have no life

Doors shouldn't be intimidating, merely nothing more than wooden builds made to separate rooms and allow people access to the blocked off space. Though for some reason, staring at the door before him, Dream audibly gulps as his breath catches in his throat and he can't seem to swallow it.

He can feel the clamminess of his palm against George's, sticking to his skin without any signs of detaching as water droplets bead on his forehead threatening to slide down into his eyes. Is it unnatural to feel this way? To feel as though if someone so much as steps close to him the ice sheet holding him together is going to crack and fall through?

The doctor takes a step back, the door handle being the only thing in sight now, that, and his husbands outstretched pale hand going to twist it and push. Wood falls gently open, a creak just loud enough for him to hear as it moves yet quiet enough as to not break the thick tension sitting in the air.

"She's on the far left, in the bassinet", the doctor comments gently, pulling the door closed behind them and standing beside it as to let both Dream and George have their moment.

Taking a hesitant step forward the brunette follows, hands squeezing ever tighter as the bassinet becomes closer and closer. Each step feels like a mile, like a marathon. But that's the beauty of marathons, it feels so good when you finally make it to the end, that rush of adrenalin crashing down as you realise what you've accomplished.

Now take that feeling and multiply it by a million, all of the rivers of butterflies and flowers of joy bursting their banks as small newborn comes into Dreams already tear stained view.

There's a few small tufts of hair atop her hair, dark and wispy where they lay flat against the blanket beneath her head. Lips are pulled together, the colour of cherries and the hue of a summers day seemingly placed within their pigment.

Her skin is a milky white, and despite the fact that she is related to neither of them, Dream can't help but let a small smile tug on his lips as he notes the similarities between her and George. Both of their hair is dark and wavy, their skin is milky white and he even thinks her lips hold a resemblance in some way.

She's beautiful, she's everything that Dreams ever wanted as a daughter and more, she's perfect. Tears well up in his eyes as her little fingers ball into a fist, stretching outwards as her lips make a small sound. Needless to say, it's the cutest thing Dream has ever seen.

And that's when her eyes open, emerald irises staring at him, wide with curiosity and something akin to love, though Dream isn't quite sure if babies can feel love. All he knows is that he in fact can feel love, his heart swelling in his chest as tears spill down his cheeks, a quiet sob of happiness leaving his lips as the baby stares at him.

"She's perfect", the brunette comments from beside him, tugging on Dreams hand so that they're facing each other, "And I know it's impossible but", he pauses as more tears escape mocha eyes, "Shes got your eyes".

The only thing Dream can do in that moment is embrace the brunette, sob into his shoulder until the tears run dry and he can only feel his heart beating against his rib cage. George relaxes into his embrace, allows his own tears to wet the blondes shirt as they squeeze each other tightly with arms wrapped around their waists.

"She's-", Dream lets out a little hiccup as he pulls away from the embrace, keeping one arm wrapped around the brunette as he turns to their daughter, "She's got your hair, and milky skin".

"Poor her, she's going to burn like a crisp in this Florida sun", George tries to joke lightly, eliciting a little laugh from the blonde beside him.

"But it's okay because we own far too much factor fifty for our own good", Dream retorts back immediately, both of them breaking out into a gentle laughter.