The chapter is short because it's just a little prologue. Let me know what you guys think and i'll post more ;)
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Prologue.
He stared down at her, drowsy from lack of sleep.
Her tiny fingers were wrapped tightly around his thumb, pink and wrinkly. Her skin was softer than anything he'd ever touched before, and her sleepy eyes peered up at him in the dim light of the hospital room. She lay in his lap, just six hours old.
She was the product of months and months of waiting, and stressing and crying and laughing. All of it had paid off massively.
These tiny little feet were the same ones he'd felt kick the palms of his hand. This little girl before him was the little grey blob in the first ultrasound picture he still kept in his wallet. She'd been the size of peanut a few months ago, and now she was a perfect rosy little baby. And it blew Lucas's mind.
Lucas looked over at Maya as he stroked his daughter's soft cheek. She was out cold, exhausted from the labor and the euphoria of holding little peanut in her arms for the first time.
Lucas had let go of all composure and turned to mush when he caught that first glimpse of their baby. And then when the nurse had announced the gender, he was a goner. In the blink of an eye, another person had entered the world and those nine long roller-coaster months boiled down to this final moment of sheer joy. And boy was she was worth every extra hour they'd put into keeping their grades up and earning money. She was worth each one of the insults they'd recieved from peers over the descision to keep her.
She was worth everything.
Lucas was pulled from his thoughts. The baby let out a little cough which was soon followed by a string of shrill sobs. He grimaced, and scooped her up as best as he could manage. Cupping the back of her delicate head, Lucas held her close to his chest as he rose from the pastel colored armchair.
"Shhhh, don't cry." He whispered softly, rubbing circles on her back. The baby coughed again before making a gurgling sound. It was then that Lucas felt a warm liquid trickle down his back.
The baby wailed louder.
"Struggling Huckleberry?"
Lucas turned. Maya was sitting up, the girl who could sleep through just about anything couldn't sleep through her child's cries, even after a gruelling eight hour labour.
"Bring her here." Maya said, mid-yawn.
"Maya you need your rest—"
"None of us will get any rest if you don't bring her here!" Maya snapped, reaching out for the newborn. "And turn the light on, it's too dark."
Lucas sighed, switched the light on and placed the screaming baby in her arms. Maya reached down to the packed diaper bag at the side of the bed and rooted with one hand for a burp rag then she gently wiped away the spit up from the corners of the infant's mouth.
Gradually the baby's cries receed with some gentle rocking. Maya couldn't resist smirking at mockingly at Lucas who rolled his eyes and slid his soiled shirt over his head, reaching for a pack of wipes sitting on a nearby tray table. He sat back down in his chair and splayed the shirt over his lap, rubbing at the regurgated milk.
"Hey, look at this." Maya said, thumping her boyfriend on the arm. "Lucas, she's smiling."
She was right. The corners of the baby's mouth tugged upwards into a sweet smile, and that's when Maya and Lucas knew for certainty that their little girl had them wrapped around her little finger, at just six hours old.
It was at that moment, Maya reached for the camera and snapped their daughter's first picture.
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