38 Weeks: The Thirty-Eighth Week

A/N: Burn Notice romantic fluff with a side of angst. Want to start at the beginning? Click here.

On the first day of the thirty-eighth week, Elise Westen came home, as babies often do, carried by her father.

Her mother got in the house, sat on the sofa, and promptly fell asleep. Between the pain meds and the fact that Elise seemed to be under the impression that meals should be served every two hours, Fi was beat.

So, it was three days after she was born, that Michael got his first moments really alone with his daughter.

Moments being the operative word because both his mother and Fi's showed up within minutes of each other, and him, and whisked Elise out of his arms, while tutting over Fi and making sure that she was properly comfy.

Then his mom shoo-ed him into his room, told him to get a nap, because he'd be on baby duty that night, and he'd need the sleep.

So he did.

Seven hours later, as he walked Elise around the house, through the blue-lit gloom of midnight, trying, praying, begging her to go to sleep, he was actually pretty glad he had gotten the nap.

And when she did fall asleep, all seven pounds of her curled between his collar bone and sternum, he very carefully lay down next to Fi, and got a quick nap as well, both of his ladies by his side.