I Shouldn’t

I looked nervously over her sleeping form.

God, she was beautiful. It was so easy. A quick kiss on the forehead, that would do…

No, no, it wouldn’t be right. She will wake up, then he will wake up, then there will be tears and anger and bad tempers all around. No, I shouldn’t. But…

I moved my face closer to hers. Her lips were parted slightly, enough for me to feel her warm breath in each exhale. What an angel. Ever since I first held her in my arms 3 months ago, I couldn’t stop thinking of her…

I brought up my hand to touch her soft face, but stopped myself. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t. He would be so angry at me, and it would strain our already delicate relationship right now.

I held my breath. I could just stay here and watch her forever. It’s the least I could do to keep my promise to him while still basking in her light.

Just then, I felt a presence hover over me. I turned to see him glare disapprovingly at me, at my closeness to her.

In a hushed tone, he began to speak. “Come on, Mommy. Our baby needs her sleep. You do, too.”

My husband then kissed me gently on the cheek. I giggled as he pulled at my arm and tried to move me away from our sleeping child. I shushed him, then smiled at our three-month-old with a heart full of motherly love.

I love you, my child. Don’t ever grow up.

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Image source: deviantart.com/nailone/art/Sleeping-girl-159364868
First written July 10, 2017.
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