(M) Unspoken Affection - MilkLove Fan Fic - Completed

33. First grandchild and getting old

No One PoV

Milk and Love sat in the hospital waiting room, their hands tightly clasped together, nervously awaiting news from Lily's delivery room. It felt surreal to them both, knowing that their little Lily, who used to run around their home with boundless energy, was now about to become a mother herself.

"It's hard to believe she's already at this stage," Milk whispered, her voice tinged with emotion.

Love nodded, her eyes glistening with tears. "I remember when she was just a tiny girl, always full of curiosity and laughter."

Their thoughts drifted back to Lily's childhood – the scraped knees they'd kissed better, the late-night talks about dreams and fears, the milestones celebrated with hugs and proud smiles. Now, they were moments away from welcoming Lily's own child into the world.

A nurse finally appeared, a warm smile on her face. "You can come in now. Lily is ready to see you."

Milk and Love entered the room quietly, their hearts swelling with love and anticipation. Lily lay in the hospital bed, exhaustion and joy written on her face. Korn stood beside her, his hand gently resting on hers.

"Mom, Mommy," Lily said softly, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. "Meet your granddaughter."

In that moment, Milk and Love couldn't hold back their own tears. They approached the bed, gazing down at the tiny bundle wrapped in a pink blanket, peacefully sleeping in Lily's arms.

"She's perfect," Love murmured, her voice thick with emotion.

Milk reached out, gently brushing a finger against the baby's cheek. "She's absolutely beautiful, Lily."

Korn smiled proudly, leaning in to kiss Lily's forehead. "She looks like both of you," he said with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Just then, the door opened again, and Sam entered, holding Mark's hand. "Hey, Mom, Mommy," Sam greeted softly, his eyes lighting up as he saw his sister and the new baby. "Mark and I wanted to come by and see how everyone's doing."

Milk and Love smiled warmly, their hearts swelling with pride as they welcomed Sam and Mark into the room. "Come meet your niece," Love invited, gesturing to Lily and the baby.

Sam and Mark approached the bed, their expressions filled with awe. "Wow, she's so tiny," Mark whispered, his voice filled with wonder.

Sam gently touched the baby's hand, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Congratulations, Lily," he said warmly. "She's absolutely precious."

Lily beamed, grateful for the support of her family. "Thank you, Sam, Mark. I'm so happy you could come."

In that hospital room, filled with love and the promise of a future yet to unfold, Milk and Love held their granddaughter close, feeling the profound joy of witnessing their family grow and evolve. As they looked at Lily, now a mother herself, and Sam and Mark, a loving couple by her side, they knew that their love would continue to guide and support them all, through every milestone and every precious moment to come.

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As Love and Milk reached their 75th year together, the passage of time had etched its presence upon their bodies. Love, once vibrant and energetic, now moved with a careful slowness, her steps measured by the ache of arthritis in her joints. Milk, too, felt the weight of decades in the gentle curve of her spine and the soft lines that creased her face. Yet, despite the physical toll of aging, their spirits remained intertwined in a bond that had grown stronger with each passing year.

Their children, Sam and Lily, now grown and with families of their own, visited regularly, bringing with them the youthful energy and laughter that filled the rooms of their cozy home. Sam, married to Mark, was the first to arrive each week, his broad smile and warm hugs a comfort to Love and Milk. He would often sit with them at the kitchen table, sipping tea and sharing stories of his week while Love baked cookies or Milk tended to her garden.

Lily, accompanied by her husband Korn and their children, would follow shortly after. Their visits were lively affairs, filled with the chatter of grandchildren and the aroma of homemade meals prepared with love by Lily. Despite the inevitable strains and trials of life, their family remained a source of joy and strength, a testament to the enduring power of love and connection.

On one particularly mild evening in early autumn, as the sun dipped low over the horizon and cast a golden glow through the windows of their living room, Love and Milk sat together on their worn leather sofa. Milk's fingers traced absentminded patterns on Love's hand, her touch a silent reassurance of their enduring bond.

"Do you remember the day we first met?" Love asked softly, her voice tinged with nostalgia.

Milk smiled tenderly, her eyes crinkling at the corners with fond memories. "How could I forget?" she replied, her voice carrying the weight of years spent together. "You were the most beautiful person I had ever seen. You stole my heart from the moment I laid eyes on you."

Love chuckled softly, the sound rich with affection. "And you stole mine a little after, I was a little oblivious, that's all" she murmured and laugh slowly, leaning her head against Milk's shoulder. "I knew from that day forward that we were meant to be together."

Their conversation drifted back through the years, weaving through the tapestry of their shared experiences – the highs and lows, the laughter and tears, the dreams pursued and the obstacles overcome. They spoke of the early days of their marriage, when they were young and filled with hope, and of the challenges they had faced as they built a life and raised their children.

"We've been through so much together," Milk said softly, her voice thick with emotion. "But through it all, you have been my rock, Love. I don't know where I would be without you."

Love squeezed Milk's hand gently, her heart swelling with love. "And you have been mine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "You've given me strength when I thought I had none left. You've been my light in the darkest of times."

As they sat together in the quiet of their living room, surrounded by the warmth of their family and the memories of a lifetime shared, Love and Milk knew that their journey together had been nothing short of extraordinary. They had faced life's challenges with courage and grace, and their love had remained a steadfast beacon of light through it all.

"I am grateful for every moment we've had together," Milk said softly, her eyes brimming with tears.

Love nodded in agreement, her own eyes misting with emotion. "As am I," she replied, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "Thank you for choosing me, Milk. For being my partner, my friend, my everything."

Milk leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Love's forehead. "And thank you for choosing me," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "For being the love of my life."

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the love of their family and the memories of a lifetime shared, Love and Milk knew that their journey together had been nothing short of extraordinary. They had faced life's challenges with courage and grace, and their love had remained a steadfast beacon of light through it all.

As the evening deepened and the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Love and Milk sat together on their worn leather sofa, their hands intertwined, hearts full of gratitude for the life they had built and the love that had sustained them through every season of life.