It was barely two cycles into the first morning when a familiar mewling sound awoke her from deep sleep. Annie rubbed her eyes as she climbed out of bed, glancing over to the other side to find it empty. Sunlight streamed through the open window she hadn’t closed the night before. It warmed her naked body wherever it flowed into the room. Sighing, she went to the bathroom first, then walked into their son’s bedroom to take the infant in her arms.
After changing him, she gave him her breast and took a seat in the rocking chair. It was one of the few things from her old life she had insisted on having in her new one.
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“Babies have to be rocked. It reminds them of the womb,” she told him.
“Babies have to be rocked. It reminds them of the womb,” she told him. Rion tenderly ran hi
