He stepped out of the steaming bathroom, dried off from a shower and adorn his boxers for the evening. He closed the bathroom door behind him, and smiled at the sight of his fiancée holding their bundle of joy and singing to her a soft Spanish lullaby. It was all over; Keket had given birth to a healthy, beautiful child, and Tal was more than relieved. Nothing went wrong, and they were finally home and safe.
Aspen, they decided to name her, began to coo more and paw at her mother’s chest. Keket laughed, shrugged the sleeve of her white nightie down and guided the baby’s mouth to her nipple. She laughed more from the sheer eagerness Aspen expressed simply by her actions. Keket was so wrapped up in the bonding moment that she didn’t notice Tal leaving the bathroom doorframe and wrapping his own arms around her from behind. He rested his chin on her tanned shoulder and whispered, “She’s beautiful.” He gave her cheek a peck and continued, “Both of you are.”
Keket giggled and turned to nuzzle his nose. Only moments later did the nursing end and Aspen started to fuss. Keket looked down and then smiled. “She doesn’t even try to hide it. She’s such a daddy’s girl.” She shifted towards Tal and gently gave him the newborn. Like magic, Aspen stopped fussing and buried herself close to her father’s chest.
Tal damn near broke into tears, but he stopped himself by sighing and closing his eyes. Keket crawled back over to him and this time, she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry, babe. She’ll be fine.”
He was going to protect his little girl, his icy-blue-eyed angel, even if it killed him. He swore to it.
My apologies that it’s so short and sucky, Marina! I’ll do better next time, promises!