Everywhere I'm lookin' now I'm surrounded by your embrace Baby, I can see your halo You know you're my savin' grace You're everything I need and more It's written all over your face Baby, I can feel your halo Pray it won't fade away
𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓
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𝐋𝐎𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐𝐭𝐡, 𝟏:𝟏𝟖 𝐩𝐦
|| You've always been my protector. Our protector. || — 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄
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"Hi pretty girl, good morning mama." Amerie's soft voice spoke to the small baby who laid in the middle of her large bed. Exhaustion sounded through the slight rasp that sprinkled over her voice, showing just how tired she was from the difficulty that came with sleep.
After a long week spent in the hospital due to the premature months her babies chose to come, her first night at home and in bed was supposed to be one of peace and tranquility. But with 2 newborns who were going to cry and wake up regardless, while fresh off of a c section and tubal litigation, peace and tranquility was far from anything her and Syre would be experiencing anytime soon.
"I know they had yall up all night—."
"Kimora when I tell you all night..." Amerie shook her head, just gently rubbing along her baby's stomach. The flutter of her eyes, and light sucking of her pink pacifier simmered her down into the peacefulness of a nap right after being fed. Amerie knew her brother would be soon to wake up for his own feeding, which she could only pray wouldn't wake his sister.
Shaking her head, Kimora's eyes stayed glued to her Godson who drowned in her arms. "You really love that man's dirty drawls, just too happy after giving birth." She glanced up to her best friend with a small smile.
The playful roll of Amerie's eyes wasn't enough to hide the beaming glow of her face that shone through the dimness of the room. She was different, everything was different about the woman who nobody recognized, yet everyone admired it because they seen the growth in her.
By the time Malani was one week old, Amerie's postpartum depression was in full effect. She wasn't happy, she buried herself in the house, she could barely even hold her baby. Mentally, she was so gone to where the presence of her child became something so unsettling and pushed her further into her realm of just being unhappy. But things were so different now, her happiness held no bounds. Her light couldn't dim even if she went out of her way to try.
"I have no signs of postpartum as of yet, I'm at peace right now." Her words spoke so softly, body sunken into the softness of the bed right next to her daughter. A hand extended to rub along her belly gently, guiding the baby back down into the sleep that washed over her near instantaneously.
