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Lucas' kick to Wyatt's pelvis was swift, and he woke suddenly at the disturbance; life's first tragedy had struck. A garbled noise, which articulated discomfort and unhappiness, escaped the newborn in reaction to the rude awakening. 

Fortunately for the relationship between the two brothers, which, at the moment, was non-existent, the kick was forgotten as quickly as it had happened. Wyatt was negligent to the world around him once more, and he was free to fall back asleep. Curled against the downy fur of Laurel's underbelly and the soft materials that had been gathered for their bedding, Wyatt quickly resumed his rest; a gentle snore was the only noise to escape the baby's mouth until he woke again hours later.