Chapter 125: Fatale, Part 5

Charlotte

I love being a Mom.

From her bundle of fleece and wool, Cara looks up into my face, her eyes fixing on me in a way that they didn't when she was first born. Her features have lost that squashed-up look she had at first, filling out to more of the true 'Winston Churchill' look of young babies.

My baby...

So beautiful...

There's never been anything so beautiful in the whole world...

... But when she was new-born, she was a beautiful, little squashed-up red prune.

Cara held close to my breast, she suckles contentedly...

Wonder how long it'll be before she does more than eat and sleep?

However wonderful My Baby might be, the novelty of breast-feeding is wearing off fast. Bored, Cara supported in one arm, I browse my tablet, scrolling the feed with a thumb.