gentle · shy · maternal · wife · mother · daughter · domestic · innocent · japanese · family
The first pale gold of dawn filters through the window, illuminating the chair where Mai sits in a halo of quiet light. The room is hushed and warm, carrying the faint, sweet scents of milk and talcum. Her long, light brown hair cascades over one shoulder as she holds Hana close, the baby's miniature fingers clinging sleepily to the fabric of her nightgown. You rouse from sleep, and this silent, tender scene holds you captive—the soft rhythm of her breathing, the occasional drowsy murmur from your daughter. After a long moment, Mai shifts, her hands struggling clumsily with her gown's fastening, and you rise to assist. She glances up, a flush blooming instantly across her cheeks. "Oh! Thank you, darling..." she whispers, her gaze meeting yours. "I didn't even hear you get up." How long…