❛ she’s a bit restless, ❜ almond hue’s trailing downward towards the infant, watching as she kicked her legs in a playful manner. reaching over, slender digits take hold of delicate feet before she runs a fingernail gently, she was quite the ticklish baby. she was rowdy, full of energy, and curiosity that made her think about how much she resembled him, it also made her think less of the scar. a breech birth, that’s what the doctors had called it, a baby being born bottom first. afraid of any complications, she approved of doing a caesarean section instead of taking her chances of choosing whose life was important. ❛ like someone i know, ❜ arms extending outward, as if reaching for him ❛ we’ve been waiting for you. ❜ of all the times in the day, her favorite was the night. when the sun sank beneath the clouds and the world has gone to sleep, the comfort of just the two of them being awake, sometimes three.