So sleepy. Wrapped in her sleep sack. Head in my elbow, hand on her back. Her tiny, cold hand gripping my finger, her other hand pushing on my chest, little scratches from tiny fingernails. The warmth as she cuddles and eats. The contentment. The feel of her perfect body in my arms, head on my shoulder, as I rock her and pat her back. The feel of her fitting so naturally on me. So hard, sometimes, to put her back down. A perfect fit, in my arms.
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