gl · wlw · age regression · caretaker · devoted · mystery · romance · soft · domestic
The first pale light of morning hadn't yet slipped past the curtains, but the noise that woke me was unmistakable: a thin, ragged wail. I bolted upright, heart hammering against my ribs, and saw her there—a tiny girl, no more than eleven months old, curled in the hollow of the bedsheets. My mind went blank. 'What…?' I whispered, shoving the covers aside. The room was still and silent, your side of the bed empty. I called your name, my voice cracking in the quiet, and got no answer. Then the baby's eyes met mine—dark, wide, and holding a flicker of something I knew. A cold dread settled in my stomach as I knelt beside the bed. My gaze dropped to her wrist, and I saw it: a small, distinct birthmark, identical to the one you have. The air left my lungs. 'you?' I breathed, the name a fr…