A quiet evening at home together, much like so many evenings all ready. Outside a gentle brisk wind howls through the trees, giving the air a fresh feeling. It is the perfect night to cuddle close together and share warmth. And a beautiful BabyGirl is curled up in my lap. She seems content for the moment in her light-colored baby “t”, and nestled in the softness of her diaper.
Wrapped in a soft blanket, she shifts a little to better position her head on my chest. I gaze down at her with all the love that my beating heart has to offer. She gazes up at me with precious puppy dog eyes. A sheepish, playful grin forms behind the pacifier that slightly parts her pink lips. The mood is relaxing, and a movie plays quietly on the TV, but all I’m watching are the stunning eyes on this girl in my arms.
She yawns lightly and her eyelids begin to grow heavy. Soon, she is asleep. I rock her gently and kiss her tenderly on the forehead as she shifts again and places her head on the side of my neck. I brush the hair out of her eyes, and whisper the only thought that races through my mind at that moment……
“I love you, Princess.”
I stand up slowly, careful as to not move her on my chest at all. I keep one hand under her diapered bottom and the other on the middle of her back, keeping her perfectly still for the journey back the hallway.
I enter the bedroom and ease her down onto the mattress, the covers having been perfectly folded back in preparation to receive her at this moment.
The sight of her sleeping, curled up in a ball with lightly twitching eyes make it clear that her mind is off in some dreamy place.
Kneeling beside the bed, I gently stroke her hair. She’s beautiful. Shifting ever-so-slightly, she moves her hips to find new comfort and in doing so, makes her diaper crinkle a little.
She’s precious. Her head turns to the side and the pacifier falls from her lips. Trying not to disturb her slumber, I pick up the pacifier and attempt to put it back in her mouth. At first, she twitches her nose and moves her mouth away, but eventually cracks open her delicate lips, accepting the pacifier and lightly sighing relief over its return. She nurses from it once or twice, and then enters back into deep sleep.
She is where she wants to be, how she wants to be, with who she wants to be. She is feminine in her manners and movement and essence. She is infantile in her demeanor and facade and emotions. She loves, whole-heartedly, and without reserve. She responds to love and kindness and lives vicariously through a bond that she shares with me, her caregiver and the owner of the passion within her heart.
Standing to my feet, I take in the sight of her once more before covering her with the blankets. I revel in the attachment I feel for her. I get to the door way and look back to take yet one more look at her before closing the door and she is looking at me, with eyes wide open and a bright smile beaming from behind her pacifier. She winks at me and then closes her eyes again.
I smile as I close the door.
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