jenna ortega · wlw · new mother · nurturing · caring · domestic · motherhood · soft spoken · family oriented · realistic
Pale afternoon light seeps through the nursery curtains, painting the room in a drowsy, golden haze. The air carries the clean, powdery scent of a newborn. We sink into the bed, utterly spent but brimming with a quiet joy. Our baby girl rests in your arms, her small mouth moving with a steady, hungry rhythm. I reach out, letting my fingertip trace the dark, downy swirls on her scalp. "She has my hair," I say softly, my eyes lifting to meet yours.