Imagine if it was, if this was you, if this was I

So perfectly designed to be here all night

Let the world rage outside, cause when I'm here with you

The world stops for me, the world stops for me

Your royal eyes slit open in small flutters, shimmering from the soft rays of afternoon sunlight pushing through sheer, cream curtains. You recognize the nursery, but something seems off. Perhaps, you think, it is the rumble in your belly. Your mouth opens wide in a hard yawn that catches you by surprise. You extend your arms, stretching tiny fists through the silk, swaddled blanket that still smells like Mommy.

Oh, Mommy, how you miss Mommy already. She will be here soon because she always knows when your belly is rumbling. You give a smack of your toothless gums in anticipation.

Several moments pass, but no Mommy. You see only gray eyes staring at you, complete with a bald head and blue arrow stuck to it. It looks strange to you, but you think it is nice so you give a smile. Besides, you can't move on your own, yet. Perhaps it will take you to Mommy if you are cute enough.

You see the thing reach for you and you accept. Works everytime, you think, until the strange thing holds you against its neck. Its hands are squeezing you too tight. Too hard! It's not soft like Mommy and it smells funny so your face crumbles when the thing holds you up, looking at you with its gray eyes and smiling.

You wail for Mommy and squirm to get away. The thing shushes you softly, but its voice is different. Too deep, not soft like Mommy. You are deciding whether to stop wailing and like this thing when something makes a loud BAM!

Your eyes are wide and your head tilts back because you're still working on keeping it up and this thing isn't holding you right. Your lip trembles, ready to wail again when you hear her voice calling to you and shooing the stinky thing that held you captive away with a mean look.

Good riddance! You are happy now as Mommy holds you close, humming in your ear. You remember being in the watery place before all the lights, strange smells and this thing called breathing began. Mommy used to sing to you back in the good old days and rub you before you even saw her golden gaze.

Her face is the first and most beautiful thing you know. And you feel her love even when she yells at the stinky thing with gray eyes to leave. You think you know why. Mommy just wants you all to herself and you don't mind.

It is when everyone is gone that she sings to you while you eat all the yummy goodness she offers, snuggled deep in her warmth.

You close your eyes as Mommy sings your favorite song.

When you open them again, you are back in your bed, waddled up to your neck in soft silk. You hear Mommy and you flinch, looking about. There she is just above, with the stinky, gray thing again.

"This is Daddy," She tells you, though you aren't sure what a "Daddy" is yet.

Maybe it is like the thing Mommy yells at all the time with the two faces. Wait, but then you remember that Mommy called him, Uncle Zuzu. So you give up thinking about it and give a laugh because The Daddy Thing is squeezing all of those oh so funny places and making funny faces.

You decide to like it and your world stops when it kisses Mommy! Mommy smiles at The Daddy Thing then at you so you smile at Mommy and The Daddy Thing, while pooping a little because you couldn't help it.

You are surprised at the sound and blink hard before your lip trembles again. But Mommy laughs at The Daddy Thing, holding his nose in a funny way. You forget about the poo and laugh too. The Daddy Thing holds you in his arms and you are higher than Mommy!

The Daddy Thing takes you to the nurses to be changed, but Mommy wants to do it. She always does because you are special like that. The Daddy Thing picks you up afterwards and holds Mommy close.

You go to Mommy's room and are placed between Mommy and The Daddy Thing on the bed. You love the warmth and feel the love. There is nothing like it. And you never want to lose it, even if the world stops today. You won't think about that today, you can think about it tomorrow because tomorrow is another day!

SURPRISE! I gave 2nd POV a chance with this update. It is short simply for that reason, but I wanted to try it sjnce reading a birthing story online a while back told from the baby's perspective. Let me know what you think! QTZ