Sixty four
Her tears rolled down as she looked down at the baby cradle to her chest. Her lip arched up into a smile, a certain coolness I had never seen glazed her eyes. I smiled and walked over the wide expanse of her room which was the perfect example of a princess’s room, big with décor that was unique and luxury. “Tubassum” I called strolling over to her side. “Noor” she laughed out, glanced at me then back at the baby. “Isn’t he beautiful” her smile grew merrier. I climbed into bed next to her. The silky sheets ruffled to my movement. I got a good view of the baby and what I felt was unexplainable. He was beautiful. His eyes were closed but those small lips of his moved before halting. My heart reached out for him. In a gentle manner, I caressed his chubby cheek. “He is” I replied, my voice
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