Bearclaw Valley Just jot me down on your to-do list under "put out like a fire"

Much and more had happened in Lucas' extremely short life, but he remained oblivious to all of it. When he awoke the next morning it was in the sexy comfort of his family den, with his siblings pressed on both sides and his mother providing warm milk for them all. Lucas' shallow breathing continued well into the night and next day, accompanied by the occasional cough and whimpers as his lungs struggled to drain of fluid. He was tiny, tinier than the ordinary newborn, just like his brother and sister.
Though they had every opportunity afforded them by Laurel and Indra, who had prepared well for their birth (besides the location) and were doing the best they could, the newborn Redleafs had a fight ahead of them. They were born too early and all the more vulnerable to life's misfortunes, and there were many of those waiting to trip them up.
Meanwhile, inside his dreamer's head and heedless to all of this, Lucas' soul danced to a beat he couldn't truly hear. It had been with him since his conception, in whatever dormant part of him was responsible for subconsciousness, and was stronger now for having been introduced to the world. Somewhere along the line it moved into his physical form, and the newborn flailed out his forelimbs in response, indiscriminately kicking Piper and Wyatt both with his weak premature limbs.

For @Piper and @Wyatt! @Laurel and @Indra are probably welcome too. Not sure about @Xan being welcome or not, but tagging for reference, sry dad. Vague thread is vague.