Dr Tara Campbell

25.9. Offer

Co-written with drcampbell [Follows THIS and THIS]

Tara was softly rubbing her baby son’s diapered butt, watching contentedly as his little hand stayed curled around her finger and his blue eyes watched her face over the top of the pacifier. She smiled when he spat it out, not surprised by the action. He never had much interest in it for long and she made no attempt to try and get it back between the tiny lips. He wasn’t crying, in fact he made some of those adorable soft snuffly baby noises and smiled up at her, his feet kicking a little in the blue baby booties.

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All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 1,436

16.6. Jacket

It hadn’t been possible to anticipate just how much room a new baby and all his accessories would quite take up in their modest home. But since coming home from hospital with their baby son, who himself hardly took up any room at all, their house had looked like a baby shop threw up all over it and there was just blue everywhere. Tara wasn’t complaining, though. She adored it. She couldn’t get enough of being a new mummy and a wife, even if she spent about every waking hour exhausted.

This was the first time she had been home alone in ages and she was determined to use it to clear the hall cupboard out so they had a little more room to store all of the baby supplies they were given as gifts. She was so grateful for it all, but it was sitting in plastic bags under the stairs and she wanted to be able to see what was there. Her parents had taken the wee one for the day to enjoy their grandparently duties while Lachlan had taken Pat to the hospital for a doctor’s appointment. The house felt quiet and she was at a loss without her husband or son at her fingertips so she needed to keep busy before she called her Mum and Dad up to demand her son back in a fit of separation anxiety.

( She had two shelves cleared, but it wasn’t nearly enough... )

Lachlan [drcampbell] & Patrick [sexyinscrubs] referenced with permission


Word Count | 884

2.3. Music

Co-written with drcampbell

Tara heard the soft, seamless strains of their piano from upstairs. She paused in her folding of the tiny gender-neutral baby clothes and listened for a moment as a smile played on her lips. She carefully placed the newborn lemon jumpsuit on the beautiful white rocking chair her Dad had restored for her and quietly made her way down the stairs to their living room. She made it to the doorway and watched as her husband sat at piano, fingers sweeping over the keys like he was barely touching them. He was playing Pachebel's Canon; one of her all time favourite songs. They’d had it playing in the background when they signed their marriage certificate and he had played it for her so many times since they met, but not recently. Until now.

He was lost in the music and didn’t hear her arrive in the room. She stayed by the door, tears pricking her eyes as the smile remained on her lips. She remembered one night not long after they first swapped the poignant ‘I love you’ when he urged her to sit beside him at that very piano and play with him. She didn’t have a musical bone in her body, but they got really good at Chopsticks and he moved on to teach her the easy side of Heart and Soul so they could play it together. They laughed so much that night, but it seemed like a lifetime ago.

( Not a beat was missed. He hadn’t lost his music at all, he had just been so sad and hurting inside that he couldn’t draw on it to heal him... )

Tabitha Browne [asinthecity] referenced with permission


Word Count | 924