Mary smiled as she held the little boy in her arms for the first time. Warren smiled down at his exhausted wife, knowing that any threats she might have breathed at him-
(“Why did I want this? What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you? Why did you let me do this?!)
-okay, maybe she didn’t so much as breathe them as scream them in the quietest voice he had ever heard her (or anyone else) use.
But this moment, standing next to her as they stared down at their little boy, their little gift from someone out there in the world.
It was worth it.
Inspired by the prompt for this week’s Stream of Consciousness prompt. Make sure to check it out as there is a guest prompter this week!