Their Sweet Baby Girl

11. Itty Bitty Baby

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. Lucy stirred awake, feeling even tinier than she had the previous night. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts reduced to mere babbles and coos.

She found herself lying on Angela's chest, the steady rise and fall lulling her back into a peaceful slumber. All she could focus on was the soft fabric of Angela's shirt against her face and the comforting scent of lavender that surrounded her.

Lucy's fingers clutched onto the fabric, seeking security in its familiarity. She could hear Angela's heartbeat, steady and calming, reminding her that she was safe and loved.

When Angela finally woke up, she noticed Lucy's state and couldn't help but smile. "Well, well," she cooed, gently running her fingers through Lucy's hair. "Looks like we have a tiny baby in our hands, hm?"

Lucy babbled, unable to form words. Instead, she nuzzled deeper into Angela's embrace, suckling on her shirt for comfort. She felt a wave of happiness wash over her as Angela giggled, her voice full of affection.

This was exactly what Lucy needed - to be cared for and loved unconditionally, without any expectations or judgments. Angela leaned in, pressing a kiss to Lucy's forehead, her warmth seeping into the little's bones.

"Good morning, my precious," she whispered. "Did you sleep well?" Lucy nodded, her eyes wide and innocent. She let out a soft whimper, communicating her needs without uttering a single word.

Angela seemed to understand immediately, picking her up carefully and cradling her against her chest. "Let's get you changed and ready for the day, baby girl," she said, carrying Lucy towards the changing table. she undid the tabs of the wet diaper.

As Tim stretched and yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he took in the sight of Angela and Lucy. His heart swelled with love and concern. Seeing Lucy so deeply immersed in her little space, he knew it might take some time before she could return to her adult self.

Carefully, he got out of bed and walked over to them. "Morning, Ang," he said, wrapping his arm around Angela's shoulder. "Morning," she replied sleepily, looking up at him. "Tim, look at our little Lucy," she said, smiling.

Tim chuckled, leaning down to plant a kiss on Lucy's forehead. "Morning, Luce," he said, his voice gruff with affection. He looked at Angela, his expression serious. "We should probably book us all the day off work at the police station. We're not sure how to get her out of little space yet," he suggested.

Angela nodded in agreement, her fingers still playing with Lucy's hair. They both knew how important it was to prioritize Lucy's wellbeing, even if it meant taking an unexpected day off. "Good idea, babe. Let's do that," she said.

After Tim left to make the necessary phone calls, Angela turned her attention back to Lucy, who was now fully awake and squirming in her arms. The little girl's wide eyes were fixated on the colorful array of baby clothes neatly folded on the changing table.

Angela picked out a Hello Kitty baby grow, her heart melting at the sight of it. It was adorable, and she knew Lucy would love it.

She gently laid Lucy down on the changing mat, taking care not to disturb her too much. As she carefully changed her, Lucy let out a few whimpers, her body still adjusting to the sensation of being changed.

Angela spoke to her in soothing tones, reminding her that she was safe and loved. "There you go, sweetie," she cooed, sliding the soft baby grow over Lucy's head and down her body. The fabric was so thin and delicate that it felt like a second skin, and Lucy couldn't help but relax against it.

Once dressed, Lucy immediately snuggled back into Angela's arms, her thumb finding its way to her mouth. "Come on, baby girl," Angela said, lifting her up. "Let's go downstairs and see what daddy has planned for us today." Lucy nodded, her eyes bright with excitement.