Falling Stars

by Grubor, Sadie

"Mmm...I heard Maggie." She mumbled.

  "Get some rest." I whispered, rolling onto my side and taking her hand.

  About an hour, later Maggie was awake, and when I say awake, I mean she was fucking awake and screaming. I picked her up while Mia made ginger movements to sit up. I hated seeing her in pain. I rocked and cradled, but Maggie wanted nothing to do with me.

  "I'll take her." Mia said, sitting up with her arms out. I handed Maggie over and she immediately calmed. "Can you hand me that bag over there?" Mia pointed to the large green diaper bag.

  "What do you need?" I asked pulling the bag open.

  "A diaper, wipes, and that white tube, please? Oh and I need the white mat under the bag."

  I brought everything over and Mia set it up. White mat on the bed in front of her, Maggie on the mat, old diaper off, wipes used, clean diaper on, and then Mia pulled the little nightgown down. It amazed me she knew instinctively what to do. It was like she'd been born with this information. I was in awe.

  "Can you hold her while I go to the bathroom?" I hesitantly nodded. Afraid Maggie would get mad again. I was right. Mia was only gone for two minutes and Maggie started to cry. I cradled, patted, and walked. Nothing worked. Mia appeared and took Maggie, she was almost instantly better.

  "How do you do that?" I exclaimed. "She hates me." I pouted and sat next to Mia and Maggie on the bed.

  "She doesn't hate you." Mia chuckled. "She just knows I'm her mother." Mia shrugged.

  "It's your touch." I grinned.

  "Huh?" Mia furrowed her brow as she moved her shirt over for Maggie.

  I fell into a trance. Maybe it was my inner pervert, but I found it unbelievably hot when Mia breastfed. It was the most naturally beautiful thing I'd ever witnessed, though I'm pretty sure it had more to do with it being my Mia. I shook myself out of my trance so I could answer.

  "You know...your touch it's calming. Like father, like daughter." I chuckled quietly. Mia shook a little in silent laughter. I spent the next half hour lying next to her, simply watching her with our daughter.

  The next couple of weeks went by quickly. Maggie seemed to grow every day. I couldn't believe it. Mia started preparing bottles of breast milk so I could help at night.

  Doctor J visited once a month and we talked once a week on the phone—more if I felt I the need. I made sure Mia knew about the sessions and I tried to talk to her as much as possible about them. I knew if I shared the sessions with her, it would ease her worries in regards to my mental and emotional health—something she didn’t need to worry about with Maggie in our lives.

  Maggie seemed to get more comfortable with me. While I didn't calm her the same way Mia did, she was still responsive to my voice and touch. I reveled in the fact that she knew her daddy. Knowing I could affect this little being who had completely ensnared me from the first time I heard her heartbeat.

  During the day, we would spend time relaxing and taking turns in the studio. Occasionally Mia would come down with Maggie and listen to me play. We'd developed a simple yet pleasant routine.

  We were a family and I owed it all to the beautiful woman who was selfless enough to help me fight my inner demons. It hadn't taken doctors and therapists to put me back together again. It had only taken Mia to give me back meaning.

  About the Author

  Sadie Grubor has always had an active imagination and creative streak. Having written stories and journal upon journal of soul exposure throughout her years, it still comes as a surprise that people actual want to read and enjoy her little stories.

  A self-proclaimed, foul-mouthed, book nerd, who loves reading genres ranging from Young Adult to Horror to Erotica, she embraces her Computer Geekdom through the Internet. You can find her on FaceBook, Twitter – @SadieGrubor, and her website – www.sadiegrubor.webs.com.