Fading Warmth

It's been two days, two days of being a mother and she was loving it so well…

Her arms ached a little from holding the baby for so long, but she didn’t mind. Nothing else mattered now. Her baby had just drifted off beside her, his tiny chest rising and falling.

She's still trying to get used to all this.

Her eyes stayed on him, her gaze fixed, unmoving, drinking in every small detail of his face.