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a walk in the park
Who: Sasha and Jackson
Where: The park
When: Late morning
What: A walk to calm the little one
It was almost hard to believe that her son was finally here. Sasha had been exhausted but her little one had been very active these last five days. The easiest way to soothe him was for her to move. They went on countless walks and she was sure she had worn a hole in the floor in her apartment. But her son still wanted to be moving. The were blamed the amount of time she had spent walking before she had given birth.
The day was hot but she kept her son wrapped up against her body. He cried a little but soon enough he calmed and fell asleep against her breast. She looked down at him, one hand cupping the back of his head. He was still so small and he was still nameless. She kept crooning to him in Russian, telling him he was her little prince, her amazing little miracle. It wasn’t until a breeze picked up and she caught a familiar scent that she stopped talking. Jackson.
The were turned and smiled as she saw the other were walking in her direction. She waved and moved towards him, eager to show off her little boy. He was her treasure and soon enough she would be showing him off to his father.
Where: The park
When: Late morning
What: A walk to calm the little one
It was almost hard to believe that her son was finally here. Sasha had been exhausted but her little one had been very active these last five days. The easiest way to soothe him was for her to move. They went on countless walks and she was sure she had worn a hole in the floor in her apartment. But her son still wanted to be moving. The were blamed the amount of time she had spent walking before she had given birth.
The day was hot but she kept her son wrapped up against her body. He cried a little but soon enough he calmed and fell asleep against her breast. She looked down at him, one hand cupping the back of his head. He was still so small and he was still nameless. She kept crooning to him in Russian, telling him he was her little prince, her amazing little miracle. It wasn’t until a breeze picked up and she caught a familiar scent that she stopped talking. Jackson.
The were turned and smiled as she saw the other were walking in her direction. She waved and moved towards him, eager to show off her little boy. He was her treasure and soon enough she would be showing him off to his father.