She's so tiny, and so delicate. Hard to believe she's really ten years old. It infuriates Sam, knowing that she was robbed of so many years of childhood. But he plans on giving her that now.
"They do something to make them think they're still in the womb. So they never grow. Fucking barbaric," he says in a low murmur, letting Lou play with his fingers. "But she feels heavier now than when I first got her back. Means she's growing. Little by little, but she is."
"She's a preemie, too. Perpetually seven months old." It's barbaric, thinking about. And the fact that Bridget Strand went and accused him of being the one to continue the BB experiments will... do something to him, when he can even begin to process how to feel about it.
He grabs a book at random— some hardcover book so old the title has completely faded from it. "She ain't gonna be cold in here, is she?"
"She's got her onesie on, that covers her feet. Which is good. And I've got her wrapped and nestled in a bunch of blankets." With a stuffed rabbit that he'd added to the list at the last minute. Impulse buy. "I think she'll be okay. She's a tough little kid. A real fighter. She's been thriving, since I got her out. Taking to her formula real well.
She likes to touch all the things she's seen. On the way here, I'd give her a leaf, or a stick. She'd be happy as a clam feeling it all over."
She certainly looks warm, and Higgs knows that Sam would do anything for the kid. At least one of them knows what the hell he's doing, because Higgs would be completely lost.
"Guess that's something to get in our next order, huh? Some baby toys."
Does a baby so young even need toys? He doesn't have a clue.
"I got her one, for now." He shakes the soft little rabbit at her and smiles when she coos and reaches for it, booping the rabbit's nose against her nose. "I think she just needs a few soft things for now. Maybe something to chew on when her teeth start coming in."
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"They do something to make them think they're still in the womb. So they never grow. Fucking barbaric," he says in a low murmur, letting Lou play with his fingers. "But she feels heavier now than when I first got her back. Means she's growing. Little by little, but she is."
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He grabs a book at random— some hardcover book so old the title has completely faded from it. "She ain't gonna be cold in here, is she?"
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She likes to touch all the things she's seen. On the way here, I'd give her a leaf, or a stick. She'd be happy as a clam feeling it all over."
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"Guess that's something to get in our next order, huh? Some baby toys."
Does a baby so young even need toys? He doesn't have a clue.
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