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Jack sits in one of the chairs by the fireplace, singing to his daughter in a language long gone. The words would seem familiar, though: all lullabies, are their core, are about the same thing.

Love you, precious child. Love you.

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"There is a trend," Jack says, shaking his head, "of naming children for the sound. Not the meaning. It's dreadful."

"In most cases, that does not end too badly for the child in question. But we excell at creating our own exceptions."

He fishes one of Georgia's toys out of his pocket, letting it dangle in front of her.

Georgia blinks at the toy, and makes a tentative grab.

Her depth perception is only just beginning, though, and she misses the toy by some inches.

"Try again, sweetheart," Gil cooes, moving it a bit closer.

She blinks at him and at the toy, then reaches out both hands for another toy.

She chortles when her fingers touch it.

He lets it fall into her hands, smiling at her joy.

His eyes rise to meet Jack's. "Should the weather hold, we should bring her to Sheila."

"Yes. They've had a few good visits but not for the past few days. It's been too cold to take her out." He touches the back of Gil's head lightly.

"I wish my leave were not ending this week," he says quietly, smiling at Georgia's giggles.

"There will be more time," Jack says gently. "There will."

"I know. And I have strong motivation not to work such long hours."

"I am selfishly glad, for then I get more of you two."

Only one response is natural after such.

Mmmm, kissing.

Jack smiles as Gil kisses him and moves the baby into a more comfortable position.

An insistent tug by tiny fingers makes him break away with a laugh. "Was I neglecting you? I'm sorry."

"Love love love love love you too," Jack coos and kisses her round cheeks and her rosebud mouth.

"Love you so much, Georgia. So much," Gil coos in turn, kissing her head.

She wriggles and coos, pleased. This kind of adoration is exactly what she likes.

She has two fully grown men wrapped around her tiny fingers. Not that either would complain about that.

Gil tickles her, delighting in her giggles.

"I wonder," Jack says softly, "if her domain isn't going to be love. Do you know what I mean?"

"It would make sense, given the effect she has had on those around us," he says contemplatively.

"A lot of it is just that she's a baby," Jack says. "Babies inspire a sense of . . . wanting to nurture, wanting to protect.

"But, yes. Consider thing effect she has . . ."

"It is more than simple instinctive response, though. When Sara first told me of Barry's fate, she was crying, naturally. Georgia reached up, touched her face, and she stopped." He kisses their daughter's head. "I did not have the same effect."

Jack looks at Georgia and smiles. "Aren't you a clever little thing," he murmurs and kisses her again. "Are you a goddess of comfort, my love? Of happiness?"

Georgia positively beams. Comfort love care safety comfort love care love you love papa love auntie love uncle love love love!

"Yes," Jack murmurs, "you are, my sweetest thing." He looks at Gil.

"She's very enthused about the idea, I think."