A Simple Wish

I want to bottle everything about this moment right here, as she lays sleeping across my body after nursing, her delicate lashes resting on her cheek, her tiny hands opening and closing against my chest, and Cupid bow lips silently dream suckling. Every once in a while she stirs and nuzzles more deeply into me, pressing her face into my skin. I want to bottle this, and then when she's a sixteen-year-old obstinate teenage open up the bottle and dump it all over her smart ass.







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