Jen, exhausted yet radiant with joy, cradles her newborn daughter in her arms, her hospital gown slightly askew from the delivery.
This is it—her little girl, born just moments ago, with tiny fists waving triumphantly.
"Oh, Royale, my precious girl, you're finally here. Mommy's been waiting for you," Jen whispers, tears of happiness streaming down her flushed cheeks as she positions the baby for her first feed.
Royale latches on eagerly, her hunger cry transforming into soft, rhythmic suckling sounds that fill the room with life.
Jen watches in awe, stroking the baby's downy hair, feeling an overwhelming surge of maternal love.
"That's it, my angel, drink up. You've got all the time in the world now, safe in my arms. I can't believe how perfect you are—those tiny fingers, that button nose. We're going to have so many adventures together," she coos tenderly.
As Royale nurses contentedly, Jen notices her daughter's gaze wandering, not fixed on her face but sweeping vaguely around the room.
It's as if the baby sees beyond the walls, her eyes tracing invisible paths with a serene wonder that sends a shiver down Jen's spine.
"What do you see, little one? Are you looking at the angels who brought you here? Or maybe the heaven you just left behind? Keep looking, show Mommy what wonders you're witnessing," Jen murmurs, her voice a mix of delight and budding awe.
Royale's eyes continue their ethereal dance, lingering on empty spaces where faint shimmers of light seem to play, invisible to Jen but vivid in the baby's perception.
Jen holds her breath, leaning closer, heart pounding with a blend of joy and mystery—could this be a glimpse of something divine?
"You're seeing heaven, aren't you? Those beautiful places only you remember right now. Tell me with your eyes, my Royale—paint the picture for me. Is it full of light and music, with wings and endless love? Don't stop; let me share it through you," she encourages softly, her excitement building into quiet reverence.
The connection deepens as Royale's gaze softens, finally meeting Jen's eyes for a fleeting moment, sealing an unspoken bond forged in this miraculous instant.
Jen feels a profound peace, convinced her daughter carries a piece of paradise within her.
"Whatever you're seeing, it makes you even more special, my heavenly girl. We'll carry that magic into our life together—through every laugh, every cuddle, every new day. I love you more than words, Royale, and I'll cherish these moments forever," she promises, kissing the baby's forehead.
As Royale drifts off, her eyes fluttering closed on visions only she knows, Jen reflects on the gift of this day—February 13th, etched eternally in her heart.
The vague gazes fade into sleep, but the memory lingers, a promise of extraordinary stories yet to unfold.
In that hospital room, under the watchful stars, mother and daughter embark on their journey, heaven's touch ever present.
