Rosemary PoV
The night was peaceful, the soft hum of Anis's breathing machine the loudest sound in the room. Saffron and I lay in bed, his arm protectively draped around me. I felt a sense of contentment and exhaustion, the day's worries momentarily set aside.
But then, a small, plaintive cry pierced the silence. Anis was awake.
Saffron stirred beside me, his eyes opening slowly.
We both turned our attention to the basket nestled between us in the bed where Anis lay, her tiny face scrunched up in distress. Her cries grew louder and my heart ached with the need to comfort her.
Saffron leaned over the basket, his expression a mixture of concern and tenderness. "Do you think she needs a diaper change?" he asked, his voice low.
I gently lifted Anis out of the basket, cradling her against my chest as I checked her diaper. "No, she's fine," I said, relieved. "Maybe she's just hungry."
