She was beautiful..
1..2..3..4……. 10 perfectly formed fingers in balled fists and perfect tiny toes kicking the hospital issued blanket.
Her eyes were scrunched up as though she wanted to block the light around her. Her toothless mouth was open in a soundless wail. A dark fuzz covered her head.
Alice had decided to name the baby after her parents; Emma if it was a girl and Edward if it was a boy.
She would have turned a year old today. Alice moved her fingers over the photograph wondering what the woman who had adopted her baby had named her.
“Just a little further honey…”
Her wet hair was plastered down on her forehead as if she had just had a shower.
“I can’t do this much longer”
“Baby, don’t give up now. We’re almost there. Push just a little more.”
He could see the exhaustion on her face. Beads of sweat glistened in the harsh tube light as they streaked down her neck.
A baby’s wail filled the room.
“It’s your turn this time” She said collapsing on the bed they had finally put in place.
Moving house with a baby in tow was harder than she had imagined.
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She was the one who had been curious about what was on the other side of the curtain. He tried dissuading her but she had convinced him that a little peek wouldn’t hurt. Bah! He knew better. He had seen the giant hands grabbing her.
Now they were coming for him. He wanted to tell them it wasn’t his time but they didn’t seem to be listening to him. The fight was draining his energies and he let them pull his body towards them.
The bright light blinded him and he let his voice join his new-born sister’s cries.