Gemotions

Eliza cradled her newborn baby, staring at his tiny face with open adoration. The room was filled with the soft murmur of cooing and the gentle scent of baby powder. Her heart swelled with a love she couldn't have imagined before. She gently kissed the baby's soft head.

A friend request popped up on her phone, and she blinked at it. It was from Patricia, who used to call her weird. She laughed. She had bigger things to think about these days. She clicked accept and then turned back to the baby, her eyes glistening.