Moonlight Sonata

Mrs. Sanchez

"Aww!" We all collectively sang as Mari yawned.

She, Matt and I were taking our first family photos. It wasn't the most glamourous of photo shoots, in our tiny room which was now being fully occupied on the account of a new mom.

It was just her, she looked just as young as I was, maybe even younger but she didn't have the support I had. I noticed that no one had come to visit her and at night, she would whisper sweet things into her baby's ear while sniffling. Earlier today I had given her my number and just held her hand for a few minutes.

It seemed to lift her spirits because she joined in on Mari's sweet moment as well. Also, she didn't look as somber as she did when they first rolled her into the room. She made me appreciate all the love and support I had a little more.

I not for a second pitied the girl though because I think that's the lowest feeling to have towards a person. Besides, she had a brand new baby girl and my number. She would never be or feel alone as long as I had anything to do about it.

Yes, I had some selfish tendencies of my own. I hadn't had a friend since elementary school. That was when my narcolepsy was real bad and not fully diagnosed. I'd have sleep attacks all damn day. The teachers thought I was just screwing around and the kids thought I was a freak. So I just stayed to myself, with my mom sheltering me until I was fifteen, I didn't have much of a choice.

"Okay, one more. Just lift Mariposa up a little bit onto your stomach. Perfect." The hospital photographer had completed our pictures and showed us some previews.

Minus me looking like week old trash, the pictures came out beautiful. Matthew looked so damn good in all of them. He got as much sleep as I did, which was very little and he still managed to look fine as hell. I pinched him then and saw him looking at me like I lost all my sense from the corner of my eye.

I continued looking at the photos until I stumbled onto the perfect one. I was holding Mariposa, caressing her cheek smiling down at her and Matt as he kissed the top of her head and her tiny lopsided grin completed the picture. I fell in love all over again with those two.

"Okay, so I'll send a link to the email you gave me and from there you can order the pictures. You'll have the options of getting the photos printed on mugs, magnets with whatever captions and engravings you like. I highly recommend that you get to the link quickly because I know you want to hang pictures of your baby all around the house and they usually take a few months to develop and ship."

The photographer was a nice man. Maybe in his early sixties with laugh lines around his eyes, he must be living a happy life so far.

"Thank you so much Clint. You did a marvelous job capturing our moments."

"It's my pleasure Mrs. Sanchez."

"Oh no, its-

"Again, thank you so much." Matthew intervened and shook Clint's had and escorted him out of our room as I gave him one last wave.

"Why'd you cut me off?"

"Why were you about to correct him? So what he made a mistake. Chamomille Rainy Day Sanchez just rolls right off the tongue. Doesn't it Mrs. Sanchez?"

"If you are proposing to me while I have three days worth of filth caked onto my body, in a hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown, with my hair resembling a bush... You have to be fishing for an 'I don't'."

"Okay, okay. I get it. Wrong place, wrong time. Get her dressed and let's get home! We're getting discharged tonight."

"Not so fast. Ms. Addams, you have to make a bowel movement. Do you need the bedpan?" A nurse materialized at the foot of my bed, shaking a new brand new bedpan.