Someone Like You
Waking with a start Sara opened her eyes which were still heavy with sleep. Propping herself up on her elbow she listened carefully for the cry which would signal that the time for sleep was over.
It came as she expected it and slowly she swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up on wobbly legs. She walked down the hallway, eyes half closed.
Quietly she entered the room with walls painted pink and adorned with flowers, the name Emma carefully stenciled on the door. She approached the crib and looked inside, smiling at the tiny bundle wrapped in a soft yellow blanket, her face red and stained with tears.
"Hi sweetheart." she cooed scooping the tiny baby into her arms. She cradled her in the crook of her arm and carried her down the stairs into the kitchen.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, only to be answered by a symphony of gurgling. She pulled a bottle from the fridge and set it in the microwave. She rocked Emma in her arms, admiring her blonde curls and dark eyes. To Sara she was a gift, a reminder of how beautiful life was.
Truth be told Sara wasn't thrilled to find that she was pregnant, the idea of raising a child that looked up to you and relied on your care all their life made her want to run screaming. But the moment the doctor put Emma in her arms Sara fell in love all over again.
Emma never ceased to amaze her, the way she seemed to grow each time she saw her. She was impossibly tiny and for a while, the fact terrified Sara. But with the encouragement of Catherine and her mother in law she quickly got over it, finding herself wrapped around her daughters finger in a matter of days.
Her favorite part was watching her husband coo and fuss over Emma when he thought he was alone. The way he rocked her in his arms singing lullabies and pressing kisses onto her tiny forehead.
She jumped as the microwave gave a shrill beep, telling her the bottle was done. She held Emma with one arm and carefully made sure the liquid wasn't too hot before offering it to her, her cries becoming nothing but small whimpers.
She accepted it happily, the sound of suckling quickly filling the room. She took Emma back up stairs and into her room. She sat down in the rocking chair next to the crib and carefully arranged the baby in her arms. Sara rocked them both gently, fighting the urge to close her eyes.
She smiled when she heard the sound of footsteps and saw her husband stick his head through the door, his heart melting at the sight in front of him. He tiptoed towards them, reaching out to stroke his wife's hair.
"Trying to hog the baby again Sar?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face. She rolled her eyes and scooted over, offering him the empty spot beside her. He sat and ran a hand over his daughters head, smoothing back her unruly curls.
"She looks more like you everyday." he commented, casting a glance at Sara.
"Greg you're taking the baby to Nicks if you wanna watch the game, end of story." she said. Sighing in defeat he leaned over and pressed a kiss to her lips.
She returned it before Emma began fussing, her tiny fist clenched and waving in the air. Setting the bottle down she grabbed a cloth and layed Emma over her shoulder, gently patting her small back.
Standing up she paced the floor, gently lulling her to sleep. She placed her in her crib and layed the blanket over her small body, watching for the rise and fall of her chest. Greg's arms wrapped around Sara's waist and pulled her closer to him. He pressed soft kisses to her neck and laced his fingers through hers.
"Do you ever wonder how we got so lucky?" she asked suddenly, never taking her gaze off the sleeping child. Without a second thought he whispered in her ear.
"Every single day."
