Destiny's Dilemma

Ch. 5

~Present time~

Cooing and giggling filled the air as the newborn explored her tiny world with her delicate hands. One hand reached out, instinctively searching for the warmth of her mother's touch, while the other found its way to her mouth, where she blissfully sucked on her tiny fingers. Hana cradled her precious infant in her arms, her heart swelling with love as she rocked gently in the rocking chair that her aunt had thoughtfully gifted her. The rhythmic motion echoed the tender moments they were sharing, and a loving smile graced Hana's face—motherhood is truly a blessing.

As Hana glanced out her bedroom window, the dawn painted the sky in stunning shades of orange and gold, each hue a brushstroke of hope. She marveled at the breathtaking view, feeling a renewed sense of peace wash over her. It had been just a week since she had returned home from the hospital, a week since she had brought Tsumiki into this world.

And a week of being back to the familiar embrace of her aunt's loving home. How she had missed this place! The house remained unchanged, just as she had left it three years prior when she had run away. Yet, in her absence, the walls had held on to memories, and now they welcomed her back with open arms.

In this moment, Hana felt a sense of home that she had never truly experienced before. Home was not merely a structure; it was a feeling—one she cherished more than anything else.

Hours after she gave birth, police and detectives began questioning Hana about her disappearance; where she had been, what had happened, and inquiries regarding Megumi Fushiguro. Their intent was to understand her situation and ensure her safety. While it's generally advisable to cooperate with the authorities, Hana expressed that she needed some time before answering their questions. The same went for the local news media, which the journalists made her feel overwhelmed. After all, she had just returned home and had given birth just a mere week ago!

However, the only one who she truly shared her story was Angel, as Hana believed she was the only one deserving of answers and explanations for the pain Hana inflicted on her only family.

As Hana nestled her nose against Tsumiki's soft cheek, Hana couldn't help but laugh softly when the baby cooed louder in response. "You are so beautiful, my little angel. Oh, how much I love you," she whispered gently, planting delicate kisses atop her baby's head, each one a promise of endless love and protection.

The bond between Hana and her newborn had blossomed beautifully over the past few days. Each moment spent nursing, cradling, and nurturing Tsumiki filled Hana with purpose. Although her aunt insisting that Tsumiki could stay in her aunt's room to give Hana time to rest and recover. However, Hana still wants her daughter close by. Her aunt even hinted at hiring a nanny, but Hana felt an undeniable urge to be the one caring for Tsumiki.

The experience was not just about motherhood; it was a vital part of her healing journey after the trials she had faced. This little life was her light, illuminating the path toward recovery.

Despite the reality that infant care would require early morning feedings, diaper changes, and soothing cries in the stillness of the night—tasks that often left new mothers exhausted—Hana does not even mind one bit. The mere thought of being there for her daughter filled her with joy. Through every diaper change, every late-night feeding, every burping session, she felt an overwhelming enchantment. For Hana, every challenge was a testament to her love, and as long as she could hold Tsumiki close, everything would be okay.

Suddenly, Tsumiki began to squirm, letting out a small whine that echoed through the cozy room. With a gentle touch, Hana lifted her head, concern etching her brow but warmth flooding her heart. "Oh, my little Tsumiki, what is it? Do you need a diaper change?" she asked softly, her voice filled with tenderness. She gently stand up with her daughter in her arm and carried her to the changing table by her wardrobe.