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New Arrival: Chapter 2


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Story: Closed - Chapters: 2/? - Created: Dec 09, 2012 - Updated: Dec 13, 2012
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Burt looked over at his alarm clock, sighing when the neon red lights showed it was three thirty in the morning. He wasn’t quite sure what had woken him but now that he was awake he found it hard to get back to sleep.


His mind wandered over the events of the day before; seeing his son and son-in-law, the whole family being together for Thanksgiving and, the most poignant memory of the night, meeting his granddaughter.


He had wondered when Kurt and Blaine were going to start giving him grandchildren; he had just always assumed he would know that it was happening. It wasn’t often that Kurt was able to keep a secret from him.


Still unable to sleep he decided to go downstairs and make himself a drink.


The light in the living room was on and Burt could see Kurt pacing up and down in front of the couch trying to settle the small bundle in his arms. He stood silently at the bottom of the stairs, not wanting to disturb the scene.


Kurt was in his pyjama’s, his hair dishevelled in a state he didn’t often let people see him in. He was looking down lovingly at his daughter as he paced back and forth, singing softly to calm her down, and stroking one finger down her little pink cheeks.


Amelia wasn’t crying, it was more of a whimpering, small and a little helpless.


‘That’s not much of a cry.’ Burt remarked when Kurt caught sight of him, not wanting to startle him while he was holding Amelia. ‘You used to scream the house down when you were hungry.’


Kurt smiled. ‘She doesn’t seem to cry much really. We were both nervous about taking her on the flight here, we were sure she was going to scream the whole way but she hardly made a noise.’


Burt stroked her hand gently over Amelia’s wispy curls and immediately her face unscrunched as she looked up at Burt, her lips still pursed in a little ‘o’.


‘She makes a lot of faces though.’ Kurt said, looking fondly down at his daughter. ‘It’s quite funny really.’


As if on cue Amelia scrunched up her face, puckering up her lips before parting them with a little smack and poking her tongue out.


‘We’ve figure out that one means she’s hungry.’ Kurt laughed.


‘Do you need me to do anything?’ Burt asked.


Kurt shook his head. ‘No thank you, I'm just waiting for the bottle to cool down.’ He gestured to the small bottle of warm milk sitting on the coffee table next to a pacifier, some baby wipes and a few other items of baby related paraphernalia that had sprung up over the house in the few hours Kurt and Blaine had arrived.


Burt picked up the bottle, dripping a few drops of the cooling liquid on to his wrist. It was something he hadn’t done in almost thirty years but there were some things you just never forgot how to do.


‘I think that’s about ready now.’ He said, passing the bottle to Kurt.


‘Thanks.’ Kurt took the bottle and settled him and Amelia on the couch. He pressed the teat of the bottle against her lips and she stared up at him, as if wondering what was going on. It was only when a small drop of milk spilled on to her lips that she figured out she was being fed.


‘How can something so tiny be so scary?’ Kurt asked.


‘Tell me about it.’ Burt passed him a cloth to clear up any spills as Amelia began to drink hungrily. He remembered holding Kurt in his arms when he was that small.


‘I mean, I'm responsible for a whole other person now, that’s terrifying.’


Burt chuckled and put his arm around Kurt’s shoulders, holding his son close.


They both looked up as they heard a quiet ‘click’ of a camera and saw Blaine standing in the doorway, his phone held out in front of him and a huge smile on his face.


‘I'm sorry, that was too adorable to miss.’ He said. ‘Three generations of the Hummel’s.’


He walked over to couch and sat on Kurt’s other side, kissing his daughter gently on her head.


‘Why are you not asleep?’ Kurt asked, leaning his head on Blaine’s shoulder.


‘You two weren’t there, I missed you both.’ Blaine chuckled.


‘I’ll remind you of that tomorrow when you’re tired.’


Burt laughed. ‘I think Carole will be more than willing to take her off your hands if you need her to. I'm surprised you managed to get her back at all.’


Amelia hiccupped around her bottle, bringing the attention on the adults back on to her. They watched as she blinked sleepily, finishing off the last few drops of her milk before Kurt sat her up to be burped. She was fast asleep again by the time he laid her back down again.


Kurt pulled the tiny pink blanket over her to keep her warm as she slept, snuggling back between his husband and his dad, enjoying having his family surrounding him.


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