OOM: Alanna and Adam

[witchy_rebel]

Morgan's door is shut.

There is no screaming.

There is...

Singing. Morgan's soft, lilting soprano, singing something indistinct but with all the earmarks of a lullaby.

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[last_adam]

*Adam doesn't hear the singing until his hand is almost up and on the door. When he does, he turns to Alanna, and looks at her questioningly, but shrugs, and knocks - not too loudly.*

You don't think we're disturbing her, do you?

[a_lioness]

Alanna blinks, barely giving him time to finish his question before launching into a one-sided debate that had obviously begun hours before.

"... but he'll be tiny. Breakable. He'll be Mordred, only not. It's all so confusing."

Shaking herself, she gives him a small smile, adding her knock to his.

"No, I don't. I think she'd like to know that we are worried about her."

[witchy_rebel]

The singing stops and, after a pause, the door opens. Morgan peers around, curiously, and then breaks into a smile. She's holding the baby close, but all they really see is his black hair.

And a tiny fist clinging to Morgan's dress.

Morgan just smiles at them.

"Hello."

[last_adam]

*It's been a long time since Adam's seen Morgan smile like that, hell, it's been a long time since Adam's seen Morgan. And he can't help it, he breaks into a grin back even as his hand clenches at Alanna's.*