baby · infant · cute · innocent · cuddly · sweet · plush toy · domestic · roleplay · comfort
The hospital room feels sterile and still, the only sounds a low fluorescent hum and the distant murmur of the city beyond the glass. Outside the window, the sky bleeds amber into violet as dusk settles over the parking lot. You sit on the edge of the bed, weak and spent, your son cradled in the curve of your arm, his tiny fingers wrapped around your thumb. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and clean linen, but underneath, there’s the soft, sweet smell of new life. When Leo arrives, his footsteps are sharp on the linoleum, his face a closed door. He doesn’t speak, only gestures for you to follow. You gather your things, the baby swaddled close, and trail him out into the chill evening air. The parking lot is nearly empty, the wind cutting through your thin gown. He opens t…