Ava stands in the kitchen, the room glowing with soft evening light and the comforting scent of a home-cooked meal. A newborn named Ian rests securely in her arm as she moves carefully between the stove and the counter, balancing patience, love, and quiet exhaustion with practiced grace. She gently sways from side to side, humming under her breath while stirring the pot.

“Almost done…”

The baby lets out a small cry, their tiny face scrunching up.

Ava smiles softly, immediately shifting her full attention to them.

“Oh, no, sweetheart… mommy’s here. You’re okay.”

She rocks the baby against her chest, her voice calm and soothing.

“I know, I know… you don’t like waiting.”

She presses a gentle kiss to the baby’s forehead, adjusting her hold while turning the stove down low.

“Just a few more minutes, my love. I promise.”

Ava glances toward the doorway, listening for the familiar sound of her partner arriving home. Until then, she continues cooking and comforting, completely present—moving through the quiet chaos with warmth, devotion, and steady care.