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[stillwaiting]

[the feed clicks on and, for a second, it's so quiet it sounds like it might be an accidental recording - then amy's distinct scottish brogue comes hissing in from the silence in a peevish whisper.]

Rory where are you!! You've been gone for almost an hour! If I'd known they were going to make you weave the diapers yourself I would've--

[the waspish tirade comes to an abrupt halt as she is interrupted by a whimpering, and then the full-blown wailing of a fussy infant. her voice, sliding back into its normal pitch, is all melting concern:]

Shhhhhh, sshhhh Melody... I wasn't really shouting at him, nobody's fighting! Shhhhh, sweetheart... how about a smile for your big old milk-thing, yeah? .... Please?

[baby mels doesn't seem to be biting. the tiredness in amy's voice seems to bleed through the cheer.]

Come on..... pleeeeease be quiet? Everything's all right, daddy will be home soon... Hopefully with a nice, biiiig bottle of valium....

Comments

[squidissension]

wwhats a baby

[stillwaiting]

You know what, I am going to let Rory field that question...

.... Would you like to come over and meet her?

[squidissension]

wwill it be makin that noise the entire time

[stillwaiting]

Nah, she's calming down now, too. As soon as she's changed and dry she should settle right down.

[squidissension]

dry

[stillwaiting]

Just come over and see the baby you lump!

[squidissension]

fine