Barbara knelt beside the small baby bathtub, her hands steady yet tender as she adjusted the water. She swirled her hand through it, testing the temperature and ensuring it was perfectly warm—not too hot or cold. Her brow furrowed slightly as she focused, brushing away the lingering thoughts of last night. Today was about Calleum, her tiny anchor of light.
"There we go, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice soft and soothing as she turned to her baby, lying on the padded changing mat beside her. Calleum's tiny fists waved, his pink lips parting to release a small coo. Barbara's lips curved into a smile despite the exhaustion etched into her features. "Ready for your bath, my little star?"
"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Barbara murmured, lifting Calleum carefully. His delicate skin
