The true story of a first kiss.
A true story...
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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.