Young doctor in-training, cheryl blossom meets and befriends an enigmatic woman, Toni, and is plunged headfirst into a world she had thought only belonged in fable as the two inevitably grow closer.
As their relationship blossoms, they learn togethe...
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is it just me or are this Ship the cutest
Fresh green leaves wither into bronze and rusted colours once again.
A cold nip in the air skirts with the breeze whistling throughout dying leaves in the night.
Carried with the sound is the wail of a baby.
A healthy baby girl, nestled in between her mothers.
Alissa was born in Cheryl’s apartment, on a late autumn evening, with Toni supporting her through the entire ordeal as there were no doctors or nurses involved. They were worried of what would happen had the baby been born looking… different.
The baby lay curled, well-fed and swaddled in blankets, grunting and snuffling softly in her sleep. Her tiny hand clasped around one of Toni’s fingers.
Alissa’s skin was dark, though lighter than Toni’s. A small mop of messy brown curls upon her head.
Cheryl lay sweaty and exhausted, face still flushed and plastered with loose strands of red, one finger lightly caressing Alissa’s hair, the other hand intertwined with Toni’s free hand.
“She’s so beautiful,” Toni breathes.
“She’s perfect,” Toni echoes, neither able to pry their eyes away from their little one between them.
“I’m so glad she’s healthy. I wonder if…”
Toni smiles and sighs, “I guess we will wait and see what the future brings.”
“Do you think she’ll be a good girl?” Cheryl muses.
“She might be a smart girl, like you,” she glances back up at Cheryl.
“Or strong, like you,” she smiles back.
“What do you think she’ll do when she’s all grown up?”
“Maybe a nurse, maybe a teacher, or a baker. She can choose any path she likes.”
“I just want her to be happy and healthy and avoid getting any grief.”
Toni shuffles down the bed to lay a little closer to Alissa and murmurs, “My child… No matter what path you take in life, promise me you will stay true to yourself. We’re here for you, no matter what. We’ll be watching over you.” As if in acknowledgement, Alissa snuffles and yawns, scrunching her eyes, squeezing her mother’s finger.
