The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
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Hugo’s getting more serious about yoga and meditation. He’s become pretty good!
So while I play with Hannah…
He levitates on top of the city.
Though he’s not reached the level of concentration necessary to forget how very far he is from the ground…
Why did he choose this spot?
This en-suite is luxurious and comfortable. But when Hugo decides to make a normal night a special night, for no particular reason, it turns into the most beautiful place in the city.
Even the city is asleep, but we are not.
Yep.
Poses from @darkmarron , thank you! They are beautiful.
When I tell you everybody comes to “help” us, I’m not kidding.
It takes me a while to realize they’re half here to help us, half just to see Hannah.
Not the best for Hugo and my self-esteem, but I’ve got to agree with them. This little kiddo is the most precious thing in the universe.
We’re eating fish Grandma cooked tonight!
Hannah loves it.
Through the window.
Hop! Off to bed.
Hugo’s coming to help put her to bed.
Little angel.
Hannah aged up!
Oh, sure, now we have to deal with her being able to reach into the toilet bowl, and hear her complaining because she didn’t get a second slice of cake (because she’s her mom’s daughter), but you know.
It’s so much easier.
Now we have a lot of fun, the three of us. Playing stupid kids’ games that Hannah loves, watching fun movies as a family… And the soft moments, the hugs, the smell of her baby hair, the love we all feel each and every second of every day.
I’m still always worried to know if she’s okay, or comfortable enough, and if she’s still breathing in her sleep. So after I wake up in the morning, if she’s still snoring, with her tiny, gentle snore, I’ll come watch her sleep.
‘No, mammy! She mean!”
That’s Hannah’s idea of telling me the doll she gave me to play with his her favorite doll’s archnemesis.
Okay then. Guess I’ll have to take my meanest voice and go:
‘Well I don’t like your dress, Hannah!”
“But mammy, I wear pants!”
Implacable logic.
Not enough coffee in the world to deal with toddler logic.
This stupid black-and-white movie is captivating to Hannah. She never tires of it, and asks for it every single night.
It puts her to sleep around the 30-minute mark, so we don’t mind.
One day, maybe, she will see what happens at the end.
We’re getting better at this. It feels like we’re a team again, what with being woken up in the middle of the night by a tiny human and stuff. We can even take some time for ourselves.
I start working again, in freelance. Gotta love being in your cactus jammies in front of tall, transparent windows above the chic neighborhood of your city. It’s not like anybody could look up and see me in all this sleepy glory.
Hannah is now sleeping in her own room most of the time.
Hugo dabbles a little in programming again, or more precisely, in modding the game he likes to stream.
This new balance makes us happy again.
And if you’re wondering how we achieved this balance…
… One of us has started taking it upon himself to also wake up in the middle of the night to comfort his progeny.
No matter how tired this makes him in the mornings…
I’m not much more dynamic, but today I managed to steal the bathtub to sleep in.
And we found these magical Granite Falls bath oils, so I’m fine.
Grandma is around again!
It’s not really that I need her physical help. I delegated most of my responsibilities to other people, the shares and the consulting salary get me my paychecks now.
What I need is the moral support; and what she loves more than anything is pinching her great-granddaughter’s cheeks.
I still suck at cooking, but my baking is improving.
Sometimes I have to make a bit of an effort to remember that this is Hugo’s job.
…
It’s okay, though, we still love each other… and the walk-in wardrobe in the guest’s bedroom.
He’s getting better at taking care of Hannah, though. I can now take morning jogs around the neighborhood with a peaceful mind.
Oh how I’d love to say that we settle into a routine, this time again.
We don’t though.
Oh, we try, but Hannah takes a long time to settle into her schedule. And even when she does, what do you know, she will wake up yelling in the middle of the night.
And every day, everything seems to be new again. The views we’ll never take for granted, each and every single one of Hannah’s smiles, and at night, the softness of our pillows.
Hugo easily gets lost in thought these days, watching the city light up from above.
It’s taking him more time to get used to this new life of ours. For a while, I do most of the baby-shushing.
Hannah’s fine with that, she knows I got the milk.
Grandma often comes to help.
As soon as the sun rises, Hugo and I go to the first floor and spend most of the day there. I’m usually the first one up, so I put Hannah in the downstairs crib.
From the crack of dawn to the last minute of the next night; it’s a job that never stops.
We cross the Myshuno Bridge, and leaving behind the flat we put so much effort, time, and love into, we move Uptown.
This is the wealthiest borough of San Myshuno, and I can’t express how odd it feels to call this sterile, clean, modern environment our home. It’s not that we don’t like it — far from that — it just takes some getting used to.
Hugo and I came into a lot of money really fast, and it’s a bit dizzying, but it’s just the beginning. The first few months we have some trouble making the ridiculously high rent, but we’re never late, and soon enough, we stop worrying about it altogether.
Sometimes I stop and think about what people must think of us, the celebrity couple who lives in a three-stories apartment, looking down on the whole city. They don’t know we would have stayed in our Spice District flat if it weren’t for Hannah; if we didn’t want her to have all the space and comfort she can have.
I don’t want my daughter to lack any of the things I had.
Our office corner by the entrance. I usually work there, while Hugo prefers the one in our bedroom.
We quickly hung our wedding pictures and Grandma’s painting on the wall by the dining table. Said dining table is right by the windows and I have to admit it can be tough not to get distracted from your meal by ant-like passers-by or the incredible view.
The kitchen, small, but also not a priority for us. We still can’t cook to save our lives. We do care about the fancy coffee machine, though. And the fact that it opens straight into the living-room is a plus…
The neighbors come to greet us on the very first day, and so does Charlotte.
These neighbors are my mom’s cousins, like Eden, but I understand pretty fast that I am not going to get along with them. Even Charlotte thinks they’re brats, and that’s saying something.
They also invited themselves into my house while Hugo and I were still in our pajamas, so…
Our bathroom. Behind that half-wall, a corner bathtub that makes you feel like you’re bathing in the clouds. There’s also a shower, hidden in the other corner.
Our laundry corner is less cute than back in the Spice District, but at least we have a dryer now.
This is our bedroom! The desk overlooking the plaza below.
The bed and the one wall light we took with us from the previous flat.
We have a cradle for Hannah in this room as well, for her first few weeks of life, then for impromptu naps.
Our marvelous en-suite. the shower and the toilet are hidden behind walls. Even we like a resemblance of privacy from each other.
And the terrace. My favorite spot, as always. But while the balcony at the Spice Market shone in the early hours of the morning, on this side of the bridge, nothing beats the sunsets.
There are a few more rooms to discover: the downstairs swimming pool, the second bathroom, Hanna’s room and the guest bedroom, but these are the places we use the most.
Everything is about to change. Again.
With Hannah born and Hugo and I leaving the Spice Market, we’re ready to re-discover everything.
There will be new miracles to marvel at, but also new, and perhaps tougher challenges to face.
It’s the era of family.
The day is growing nearer and nearer. According to the doctor we have a little under a week left, so we head to Granite Falls, in the same lodge as before, to get me some peace and quiet.
Being pampered with warm food, bath oils and nature sounds really amazing to me. I’m ready to get comfy and relaxed for one full week. I also hope it takes my mind off of how empty the house feels without Pari in it.
I go to sleep the first night and instantly start snoring like a chainsaw.
… And then, in the middle of the night, heavy contractions wake me up.
Hugo drives us straight back to Willow Creek, and while the doctors get me ready, he can only wait and try to interiorize his panic.
Then they let him into the room, where I am already wired to a terrifying machine.
But the process is fast, and in the end…
I finally meet Hannah.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 