Beatles Imagines

12. George

I couldn't take my eyes of her, the small, innocent, and fragile being that lay resting peacefully in my arms. How could we have created such a magnificent thing?

It was surreal really, and I lay there in the bed, pondering if it was a reality that she was actually here. All the waiting was worth it.

A hand on my shoulder caused me to sadly peel my eyes away from our child, and I looked up to find his eyes on the infant.

His glossy eyes looked far away, as though in a trance, the perpetual smile on his face causing his eyes to crease slightly. I smiled at his expression, knowing fully that every ounce in his being adored her. He'd said so himself earlier in the day.

"She's lovely." A whisper escaped his lips, his eyes dragging to me.

I nodded in response, feeling too exasperated to form a vocal response. She indeed was lovely.

"We did it, I can't believe it." He continued on, his voice like velvet.

I turned my attention back the baby wrapped in a bundle in my arms. A small noise escaped her mouth as she slept, and I brushed her cheek softly with my finger to avoid her from waking. Her skin was soft and tender, her rosy skin reminded me of pink peonies.

I was fascinated by her features, a mix of both me and George. She had my ears and lips, and she had George's nose and eyes. It was so strange that she looked so much like us when I was always used to looking at other people's  children.

"I love the both of you so much." George coo'ed, and leaned forwards, placing his hand to the side of her head. The motion was delicate and hesitant, like he was afraid that he'd hurt her.

"We-" I cleared my throat when I heard my strained voice. "We love you too."

"She's so small." He observed, taking in her bantam body which was cuddled up to me.

"Tiny." I added on, becoming attentive to the small breathing noises that escaped from her parted mouth. "But, for a little one, she caused a lot of trouble earlier."

"But we're here now." He placed his lips upon my forehead, before settling himself back into his chair near my bedside. "You did well."

I hummed back to him, positioning my head to be more comfortable in this uncomfortable bed. I tried my best to be cautious, not wanting to wake the little one by my movements. But, by the way she was, she wouldn't wake up for at least another hour or two.

I knew that I should've been resting as well, according to the doctors, but I really didn't want to, despite my body screaming at me to do so. I was too excited to rest, and didn't want to miss a moment. Even if she was sleeping. Every moment seemed important and valuable.

George was the same way, he kept waking himself up each time he almost dozed. His eyes were still droopy and his movements were lethargic whenever he moved or shifted. I couldn't blame him though, he had been up for nearly 24 hours.

"You can go to sleep George." I told him, my eyes lingering on his appearance.

He shook his head, widening his eyes to make it appear as though he were more awake. "I don't want to miss anything."

I have him a pointed look. "Come on now, you've been awake for almost a day. You need rest, plus I doubt that she'll be doing anything tonight but sleep."

"You've been awake too," he admonished, raising his eyebrows at my hypocrisy. "I'm not going to sleep until after you fall asleep."

I huffed at his statement. He was being stubborn, and there was nothing I could do about it. He was always to set in his ways for me to try to sway him.

"Fine, I'll go to sleep." I became submissive, throwing a pout his way before I got settled into the bed.

I held her closer to me, and kissed the cloth that covered her warm, bundled body.

"Goodnight." I whispered into nobody particular as I closed my heavy eyes, the feeling a relief to all the pain and stress I've endured for the whole day.

"Goodnight love." He replied, his hebetudinous voice was quiet.

"Wait, baby-" he spoke after a moment of silence.

I let out a groan to assure him that I was indeed still awake, though I was very close to being unconscious.

"I want more." He mumbled, causing me to open an eye at his absurd statement. Had he gone insane?

Sure, I wanted more, but at the moment, after 16 hours of strenuous work to bring our child into the world, I wanted nothing less than to do it again.

"Talk to me about it in a couple of years." I murmured back to him. "Now goodnight, George, I love you. Go to sleep, I think sleep deprivation is getting to you."

A small, delightful chuckle resonated through the room, and a small smile took over my features before I let sleep overtake my being.

A.N: Honestly don't know how many mistakes are in this one bc I didn't really edit it, so I'm sorry if there's errors