It was after midnight and Noemi still wasn't sleeping.
Instead the little girl was in her fathers arms, her head pressed against his shoulder tiredly sucking on her little fingers with tears running down her chubby little cheeks.
Jonathan held her close and wandered through the house like a sleepy ghost.
When they had talked about having a child no one had told him it would be like this but he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
He knew new teeth breaking through hurt.
But teething seemed to be serious business for his little baby girl.
Noemi was either crying or gnawing on anything she could get her little hands on.
None of the remedies the doctors had told them about seemed to help and even those his and Isabella's mom had recommended were working out.
Isabella had gone to sleep after staying up three days in a row with Noemi and Jonathan had just given up.
He held his little girl and when she switched out her spit-covered little fingers for his t-shirt, he let her.
Anything that kept her from crying was a godsend in his eyes.
It took Jonathan a moment to realise the nearly one year old had stopped her snuffling.
He looked at their reflection in the living-room window and there she was.
Chewing on his shirt and finally sleeping.
Jonathan did not put her down.
He didn't want to risk waking her again.
Instead he continued his nightly wanderings. Secure in the knowledge that at least two people in this household would get a decent nights sleep.