The Night I Was Saved

Chapter Thirty-One

I'm just switching Daisy to my other breast when I hear loud, excited voices enter the hallway. At first, a feminine voice takes the upper hand, but it soon follows by other voices that join. I hear Hero's voice too, and I instantly detect the difference in his British accent; it's heavier, some words he uses are hardly understandable for me.

Somehow hearing him like this makes me smile, and it overrules the nerves that also boil to the service once more. I want to make a good impression on his friends. I want to live up to Hero's idea of Daisy and me.

"We'll be okay, right Daisy?" I softly say to the little bundle that's drinking from me. Her little fists have pressed themselves against the swell of my breast, and upon hearing my voice, her eyes flutter open. "Yes, we will be." I smile.

As if she agrees, her fists dig into my skin a little deeper while her nose runs against my breast a few times. She's not actively drinking anymore; it's more sucking, but I don't have the heart to take her off just yet. She's enjoying this moment, and I decide to enjoy it for a little longer as well before we're introducing ourselves to the party in the living room.

I'm happy that Martha and Mercy are here too. I know them, and that gives some kind of reassurance. I can always sit with them even though I know that Hero will probably take every opportunity he sees to involve me in conversations with his friends.

I look down once again, my hand trailing over Daisy's hairs. They've grown a little since I gave birth to her, and it seems as if it's a little lighter too. Mercy's right; she is changing. Because I see her every day, it's not as obvious for me, but now that I take the time to look at her properly, I see it too.

Her brown lashes are longer and more obvious, or maybe it's because she can open her eyes a little better now. And the dress she has on shows that she's grown too. She's not as small as when I first held her, and she's put on some weight. Her cheeks are a little chubby and every time I look at her I have to hold back from squeezing them.

"You are so precious," I mumble as I trace the small fist that lays on my breast. She's not drinking anymore; her lips are parted slightly and she has turned her head a little so she can look up at me, a dribble of milk leaving the corner of her mouth. She looks full, her chubby cheeks only adding to that sight.

It seems as if she's getting better at focussing too; her eyes are on my face, and it's as if she's trying to figure out where my voice is coming from. "Come here." I carefully lift her against my chest so she can burp, and as always she doesn't disappoint. Her burping is one of Hero's favorite things, and hearing her do it now makes me smile because I see his reaction in my mind.

His big green, proud hues and his enormous smile. And every time he compliments her after she's burped, the sweet nothings always something like 'that's my girl' as if it's an amazing accomplishment.

"Are you ready to meet some new people, sweetheart?" I mumble against her head, and in response Daisy hiccups which tells me she is just as full as she appeared to be moments ago. I carefully lay her in my arm again, wiping her mouth before laying her in the middle of Hero's bed. Her two fingers find her mouth while her eyes follow me as I climb off the bed to cover up. Once I'm done, I glance into the mirror once more to see if everything looks decent.

After running my hands through my hair a few times, I turn to Daisy once again. I check her diaper quickly, and when I see that's still good to go, I take a deep breath while I lift her against my chest. "Ready?" I ask, more to myself than to her, and I can't help but chuckle as I feel how she nestles against me a little more. She couldn't care less, and for a moment I wish I could feel exactly like that too. Careless and utterly content because my belly is full.