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Post by Mary Tohrture on Aug 12, 2012 0:54:18 GMT -5
"Wellsie, stay still!" she mumbled but it was in vain. Her daughter would simply not stop squirming on the bed. "Aw, come on, baby girl. Mahmen is trying to take a pretty picture of you for Daddy, would you let me? Is that a no?" she laughed. "Ah, heck, Wells". Mary crawled on the bed and laid down, her young in the hollow of her arm, cuddled up and giggling a little. If there was one thing that could sooth their young quickly, it was by letting her hear the beating of their hearts, and the steady rhythm of their breaths. She stroked her soft head and looked at her. "You're growing up way too fast, baby girl. Tomorrow you will turn 8 months. How did that happen? Yesterday you were this size..." she pinched her fingers together, exaggerating a little, of course. "And now you're so big" she sighed. "You're going to grow on us too quickly for our liking, Wellsie" Her young stared at her, blinking, but then... she giggled and Mary's heart warmed up. "Come on. It took me forever to find that little costume, let's take a picture of my beautiful darling girl" She took the camera, focused it on Wellsie and snapped the picture. Surprised, she looked at the final result. It was... perfect. Like their daughter.
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