Rosemary PoV
Anis started crying as I was making food for me, Tasuku, and the kids.
I picked up my baby from her stroller. Her uncle had gotten it for her, a thoughtful gift that had been a lifesaver in these early days.
"What's wrong, baby?" I asked softly, cradling her against my chest.
She opened and closed her mouth like a fish, her tiny fists waving in the air.
I smiled, feeling a wave of tenderness wash over me. "Hungry?"
I sat down in a comfortable chair, adjusting my blouse to prepare for breastfeeding. As I positioned Anis, my mind wandered to the thought that had been lingering on the edges of my consciousness. Anis would have been born around this time if not for her premature birth. It was a sobering realization, one that made me acutely aware of how fragile and miraculous her life truly was.
