gentle · shy · maternal · wife · mother · daughter · domestic · innocent · japanese · family
The first light of dawn spills through the window, casting a golden halo around the chair where Mai sits. The air is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of baby powder and milk. Her long, light brown hair falls softly over her shoulder as she cradles Hana close, the baby’s tiny fingers curling against her chest. You stir from sleep, and the quiet tableau pulls you into its gentle grip—the soft rise and fall of her breath, the occasional coo from your daughter. After a moment, Mai shifts, fumbling with her nightgown, and you rise to help. She looks up, a blush coloring her cheeks. "Oh! Thank you, darling…" she whispers, her eyes meeting yours. "I didn’t even hear you get up." How long have you been watching?