After doubting her life for sometime, the truth sunk into Amara that she had become part of the famous trope, reincarnation, and had turned into a baby!
She's not sure as to what her current parents have named her, but in her last life it was Amara Jones. A decent looking woman at the age of 34, that could neither be called young nor old. She had a childish personality that amplified her innate curiosity. She was well taken care of by her rich family that was ready to pour money down the drain for her sake, literally, due to the fact that she had contracted such a disease at a young age. Her life was perhaps the most desired and ideal life if the short life span and constant nagging pain in her body were ignored.
Although she didn't live till the average life expectancy, she lived a blissful and content life. The latter half was a little no very painful but she had her family and novels for support. A little too much novels. All that pampering lead to them indulging in her obsession of novels. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. But this had a disadvantage. Due to the all that binge reading she ended up in a state where she couldn't differentiate the male lead from the villain.
(A/N - I wanted to type that she couldn't differentiate the male lead from the female, but that's just gender blindness. )
She was absentmindedly contemplating if she was some unwanted child, but quickly threw that thought out the window after noticing the quality of the crib towering over her. Her musings were interrupted by a sound akin to a dying walrus. Startled Amara looked around to find another baby in the crib lying not very quietly next to her. That's when she realized that her vision was monochromatic¹.
She wasn't able to discern previously, as her vision was restricted to the plain ceiling. Amara looked around with her limited vision and became conscious of the fact that her eyes could perceive only the grayscale. Amara then recalled her mother, a doctor in profession mentioning something similar to this in her previous life, that babies see only black and white till they are 3 months old. Amara felt uncomfortable by the sudden deprivation of the ability to see colors.
She looked at the fancy furnishing of the tiny room and felt that it was really contradicting. The crib and the ornaments placed in the room seemed to scream rich but the room itself was only the size of a storage closet.
Maybe they'll give her a bigger room when she grows up, she consoled herself.
Suddenly a loud howl was heard. After some continuous wailing a lady that looked to be no more than 50, approached the crib, with tiredness evident in her eyes, indicating that it was probably early morning or nighttime right now. She picked up the baby and tried to console it. Yhe baby quickly quitened down, no doubt exhausted from all the crying.
Looking at the peacefully sleeping baby Amara felt herself feeling fatigued. The sudden adraline rush after she discovered that she had turned into a baby and then staying awake for quite a while when she was only a baby less than 3 months old, took a toll on her.
Amara let out a cute infant yawn and slowly feel asleep as she stared at the ceiling that may or may not be white.
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Rowena speed walked towards the Pediatric CCU (Critical Care Unit) with her husband behind her. It was a small insulated room where her 1 week old babies where kept. She could have left on the day of her delivery but was delayed due to some complications in her surgery.
Rowena's chocolate brown hair was tied up in a loose bun and her bloated stomach that existed two weeks ago was nowhere in sight. Her obsidian eyes glanced impatiently at her husband who was lagging behind.
The said husband Derek was a little breathless his sunshine hair in a disarray. He had come running after signing some paperwork for the discharge of his wife and children. His sapphire eyes looked at his wife apologetically and Rowena hummed in acknowledgement.
They entered together to see their cutie pies sleeping next to each other they each picked up a child, avoid touching the crown of the baby's head as it was still soft. Rowena looked at her baby girl in her hands. The head had sparse chocolate brown hair, similar to her mother. Then she glanced at the baby boy in the hands of her nervous husband. The pale blonde hair barely discernable.
Although she wasn't able to differentiate the children's' features, she was sure they would grow to be mesmerizing as they were a combination of her husband's and her amazing genes. Smiling proudly at the kids, she nodded towards her husband indicating they should leave.
Derek passed the boy to Rowena as he needed to call the driver. Rowena bent down a little, close to her sleeping babies' ear and whispered lovingly, "welcome to the world darlings."
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MONOCHROMATIC - containing or using only one color.
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