Stealing Rose
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“She looks just like you,” he says as he brings her to me.
I carefully shove the hospital gown from my arms so my breasts are exposed and I take the baby from Caden, holding her close to my chest. The baby nuzzles her cheek against my flesh, her little lips working, and I turn her to face me just as her eyes peer open.
They’re dark, the color indiscernible, and we stare at each other for long, quiet moments as the world continues rushing around us. I touch her cheek, her lips, the tip of her nose. She’s beautiful. Perfect. Her hair is dark, her cheeks round, and my heart fills to overflowing with love.
“Welcome to the world,” I whisper as I press a kiss to her rosebud lips, Caden’s hand coming down to gently caress her head. “Daisy.”
I carefully shove the hospital gown from my arms so my breasts are exposed and I take the baby from Caden, holding her close to my chest. The baby nuzzles her cheek against my flesh, her little lips working, and I turn her to face me just as her eyes peer open.
They’re dark, the color indiscernible, and we stare at each other for long, quiet moments as the world continues rushing around us. I touch her cheek, her lips, the tip of her nose. She’s beautiful. Perfect. Her hair is dark, her cheeks round, and my heart fills to overflowing with love.
“Welcome to the world,” I whisper as I press a kiss to her rosebud lips, Caden’s hand coming down to gently caress her head. “Daisy.”
