Soft morning light filtered through the curtains as Ariana stepped quietly into the nursery, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished wooden floor. She had always felt a special kind of warmth when she entered this room—a place filled with soft colors, tiny blankets, and the sweetest little heartbeat she adored more than anything. Baby Tilly lay in her crib, wrapped in a pastel blanket, her tiny chest rising and falling in peaceful rhythm.
Ariana paused for a moment, simply watching her. There was something angelic about Tilly, something that made Ariana’s heart melt every time she looked at her. Maybe it was the way her eyelashes fluttered while she dreamed, or the faint smile that sometimes appeared just before she woke. Whatever it was, Ariana felt drawn to her with a gentle protectiveness she had never known before.
With a soft breath, Ariana approached the crib and reached out, her fingertips brushing Tilly’s cheek. “Good morning, little star,” she whispered, her voice barely above the hush of morning air. Tilly stirred, stretching her small arms before blinking her eyes open. When she saw Ariana’s face leaning over her, she released a tiny gurgle of recognition.
Ariana felt her heart swell. “I’m here, sweet girl,” she said. “I wanna take care of you today.”
Lifting Tilly into her arms, she felt the baby curl naturally into her chest, fitting so perfectly as if she belonged there. Ariana moved slowly, holding her with the kind of gentleness that made her seem almost angelic herself. She hummed softly—an old lullaby she remembered from her own childhood—letting the melody wrap the room in warmth.
The morning passed with quiet moments: Ariana feeding Tilly with patient hands, wiping her face with a soft cloth, rocking her gently whenever she fussed. Love filled every movement. Every smile from Tilly felt like a gift. Every laugh—small and bright—felt like sunlight breaking through clouds.
Later, Ariana carried her to the window, showing her the world outside—the trees swaying, the sky glowing a gentle blue. “Someday you’ll run out there,” she said softly. “But for now, I’ll hold you. I’ll take care of you. Always.”
As Tilly nestled against her shoulder, Ariana felt something pure settle within her. A bond. A promise. A gentle touch that connected their hearts like something truly angelic.
And in that quiet moment, Ariana knew: taking care of baby Tilly was exactly where she was meant to be.
