Sunlight spills lazily across your skin, warm and golden, brushing over the soft curves of your body as you nestle against me. Every sound—crinkle of padded cotton, the gentle bob of a pacifier, the hush of the rocking chair—becomes a lullaby, each note coaxing your muscles to release, your thoughts to soften. Fingers trace slow, circular patterns across your back, your tiny toes flex and curl, your sighs settle into the quiet rhythm of calm.
Here, there is nothing to do, nowhere to be, no expectations—only the warmth of being held, the soft cadence of breathing shared between us, the delicate weight of surrender pressing you gently into perfect stillness. Every moment draws you deeper, heavier, warmer, until all that remains is the sweet, serene haze of safety, care, and absolute comfort.
* I have two more files planned this weekend so be on the lookout~
