The true story of a first kiss.
A true story...
Third place winner in "A Contest of Firsts"
The wait was agonising. With every minute that passed, my emotional tension went up another notch, every second an endless hour. I couldn’t pace, I couldn’t talk, I just sat and waited. And waited.
I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to put my arms around her. I wanted to press my lips to her silky skin. I desperately wanted that emotional connection with her.
I hoped, with every fibre of my soul, that it would be today. Today we would take that next step in our relationship.
Finally, she entered the room. She was dressed in a pastel pink colour that highlighted the blush in her cheeks. I thought she looked adorable. She fluttered her eyelashes at me, and I melted at the sight of her baby-blue eyes. I reached out one finger, and gently stroked her cheek. I gathered her in my arms and whispered soothing words. She watched me, a look of complete trust on her face. I slowly leaned forward and pressed my lips to her forehead. Her skin was unbelievably soft, like nothing else I could imagine. She smelled sweet and innocent and warm and familiar. My heart pounded, and I felt a tear slowly trickle down my face.
“I love you,” I murmured, as I took her hand in mine. I pulled her closer to my body and couldn’t resist pressing my lips to her forehead once more. I could barely think with all the emotions running through me.
I looked up and saw Steve standing a few feet away, watching. He smiled at me, and I smiled tearfully back. Our baby girl was gorgeous. It seemed like forever since the doctors had rushed her away from the operating table, five long hours, and I hadn’t even had the chance to hold her. Steve had been giving me regular updates from the nursery, but after the caesarean operation I was forbidden to move from my hospital bed, and I had desperately longed to meet my new baby girl. Finally, she was out of danger. Finally, finally she was in my arms. Finally I could look on her sweet face and innocent blue eyes, marvel at every finger and toe. Finally, I could touch my lips to her forehead in the first kiss from mother to daughter.