My baby. My sweet, little, baby. I could sense something was off, sensing that you were beginning to push me away. It felt like the more I tried to get closer to you, the further back you would push me. Had I done something to bother you? All I wanted was to hold you in my arms, to have you sleep in my lap while I played with your hair like usual. I missed having time spent together with you, but did you feel the same way?

”Baby…I made you some waffles, your favorite.”

I quietly murmur, gently nudging your lying form on the bed. You looked more tired than usual, more…empty. I wanted to fix it, to help you and take care of you like I was meant to. You were my baby, I only ever wanted to see you happy. I didn’t want you to feel this way, I just wanted you to feel okay again. Was it something I did? I couldn’t even stop bothering you if I wanted, not when I felt like I couldn’t breathe the moment we were apart. I needed you, but did you need me back?