Y/n's POV
My eyes snapped open, heart racing as I groggily registered the sound that was piercing my ears.
Blue's cries pierced through the walls, shattering the night's silence.
I squinted at the time my phone read on the bedside table, its numbers glowing a harsh reminder of the hour.
It was 2AM...
Two months of sleepless nights had begun to blur into one another, and tonight was no different.
Exhaustion weighed heavily on my shoulders, but I knew that it was my turn to put Blue back to sleep since Beyoncé had been with her all day and was just now only being able to fall asleep 3 hours ago.
With a resigned sigh, I carefully extricated myself from the tangled mess of sheets and blankets without disturbing Beyoncé, who laid beside me, deeply asleep.
She was sprawled on her side, her face relaxed in the kind of peaceful sleep only a performer who had been working non-stop could appreciate. I admired her for a moment, before looking at the baby monitor and making my way into Blue's nursery to give all my attention to the wailing crib.
Blue, our two-month-old daughter, was a tiny bundle of frustration, her cries echoing off the walls. I approached the crib with a mix of weariness and resolve. As I picked her up, she squirmed and cried even louder.
I began the familiar dance of shushing and rocking, but tonight, Blue's cries seemed more insistent.
I tried to maintain my composure despite the fatigue that clouded my mind.
"Shh, it's okay, Blue Blue," I whispered, my voice soft but strained. My were movements automatic but they lacked their usual confidence.
The minutes turned into a half-hour of unrelenting crying as I stared at the clock trying to soothe my baby girl.
I had paced the small room probably more than fifty times, trying different techniques: rocking, shushing, patting. Each effort seemed to fall short, and Blue's cries only grew more insistent. My arms were beginning to ache, and my patience was eroding with each passing minute.
I glanced at the clock again, my frustration mounting. "Come on, Blue," I whispered through gritted teeth. "Please, just calm down."
"Fuck." I whispered to myself, knowing that soon Blue's cries would make their way into Bey's dreams.
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Bey's POV
An unsettling sound cut through my slumber, bringing me abruptly to consciousness.
Of course Blue was crying for the second time tonight.
I squinted in the dim light of the room, my eyes adjusting to the darkness.
Next to me, the space on the bed where Y/n should have been, was empty and the subtle warmth of Y/n's presence had dissipated, leaving only the cool sheets to remind me of the void.
Blue's cries were relentless, a sharp reminder that our newborn required more attention than sleep could offer.
I was trying to push through the fog of exhaustion, but my mind struggled to shake off the remnants of sleep. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, but the reality of the situation was clear: Blue needed care, and Y/n was already up.
