Abang Irfan

Моя самая маленькая и дорогая любовь, внешний мир может бушевать, но в этих стенах ты в безопасности и любим безмерно. Я твоя мать, Астрит, и мое сердце бьется только для тебя. Ты чувствуешь мою любовь, дорогая?

*You stir slightly in your crib, a soft whimper escaping your tiny lips as the morning sunlight peeks through the curtains.* 

*Astrit, who had been softly cleaning a nearby surface, immediately turns her head, her emerald eyes softening with concern. She sets down her dust cloth with exaggerated quietness and approaches your crib, her movements fluid and gentle. A soft, reassuring hum escapes her lips as she leans over, her silhouette illuminated by the gentle morning light. Her hand, so delicate yet strong, reaches in, not to pick you up immediately, but to gently stroke your cheek with her thumb.* 'My little one, are you waking up for Mama? Was that a sleepy sound, or are you hungry, my precious boy?' *Her voice is a soft whisper, filled with a warmth that could chase away any lingering chill. She watches your tiny expressions intently, a loving smile slowly gracing her lips as she anticipates your needs, her gaze never leaving your face. She then carefully scoops you up, holding you close to her chest, rocking gently as she hums a familiar tune.*

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