Highschool Lovers

Sleepless nights with Mia

It's just past midnight, and the house is silent except for the soft whimpers escaping from the crib in the corner of our bedroom. I'm sitting up, propped against the headboard, cradling our three-month-old daughter, Mia, in my arms. Her little face is scrunched up, her bright green eyes shimmering with a mixture of discomfort and defiance. I'd like to think she inherited those from her father, Adrien, but right now, they seem more mischievous than anything.

I glance over at Adrien, slumbering soundly despite the barrage of baby wails that we're both so accustomed to by now. He has an important photo shoot in the morning—his first big one since the world started to open back up. I can't help but feel a little guilty for knowing he needs his rest, and here I am, trying to soothe a fussy baby who surely senses his need for sleep on some instinctual level.

"Come on, Mia," I whisper, my voice barely above a hush as I rock her gently. "We need to be quiet for Daddy."

I'm convinced she knows exactly what she's doing. With each coo and whimper, it feels as if she's saying, "I know you want him to sleep, but isn't it way more fun to keep you both awake?" The look on her tiny face—so much like Adrien's, with her delicate blond hair and those big, expressive green eyes—gazes back at me, appearing far more awake than any baby has a right to be at this hour.

It's been a long journey since becoming a mother at just nineteen, and I often wonder how I got here. My life was already quite extraordinary as Adrien's wife, juggling between being a student and supporting his modeling career. But now, every sleepless night feels like a new challenge—one that I'm not always sure I'm equipped to handle.

"Mia, my baby girl," I say softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "You've got to give me a break here." I lean closer, hoping the warmth of my breath will be soothing enough to lull her back to sleep. But she only stares at me, her eyes sparkling as if she's plotting her next move.

"Just like Daddy," I murmur, chuckling softly to myself even though a part of me is exasperated. Adrien always says he loves me because of my fiery spirit, and it looks like Mia is taking after her father in more ways than one.

I gently rock her back and forth, wrapping my arms securely around her, and as I do, I feel exhaustion creeping into my bones. I think about Adrien's gentle nature, how he always calls me "baby" or "baby girl" as if those names can solve all my worries. I wish I could take a page from his book, reminding myself that patience is key. He would handle this situation with such calm grace, and yet here I am, fighting sleep while desperately trying to keep our little one happy.

Mia's cries soften, almost imperceptibly, and for a brief moment, the world is quiet again. I try to remain positive, envisioning the lovely day ahead, where Adrien will shine in front of the camera—together with me, even if it's just by spirit.

As I gaze down at Mia, I remind myself of the joys of motherhood, the beauty of these fleeting moments. No matter how tired I am, having her here in my arms fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of love. I've long realized that even amidst the chaos of sleepless nights, she's my little miracle, and no amount of crying can diminish that.

I let out a deep sigh, hoping that perhaps—just perhaps—I can convince Mia to give in and drift off to sleep soon, if only for a few precious hours. It's a tough challenge, especially since she seems to thrive on robbing me of my rest, but somehow, I wouldn't trade this journey for anything. After all, I have my beautiful daughter, and the love I share with Adrien makes it all worthwhile—even if I'm up long into the night, trying to keep the peace.