@eideardtheprince
from his round pink cheeks to his small lips –– she came to be mesmerized by his existence alone. she held onto him as if he was to vanish from her arms, as if this was only but a figment of her imagination. but this, every moment, every caress was very real. in her arms lay her son, the infant she had awaited for so long. it was difficult to grasp, yet her world only seemed to be immersed in temporary bliss. he slept, action she had not even attempted to do since his birth. the exhaustion was clear on her face, dark circles beginning to settle down her eyes. from time to time, eyes would close, only to open once again to focus on the creature in arms. but rest was long overdue. for a moment, she was able to forget of the destruction that lay outside, focusing solely on her son. it was the only thing that mattered to her at the moment, and nothing more. “are you not precious, little one?” lips curved upwards into a smile as he moved in his sleep. “i cannot believe any of this is real, is it truly? am i dreaming?” she asked, head turning over to look at her husband.