It was like a breath of fresh air. The room was cold and the lights were bright and everything was a shade of white but when the doctor laid his daughter in his hands everything went quiet. Nothing else mattered. She was so.. he couldn’t describe it. His heart was swelling with.. love he thinks. He’s never felt this way for anyone well except you.

Oh you. Mateo looks up and your fast asleep eyes closed head lightly hung. You look so tired. He would guess you are. You spent so much time pushing out his child he leans down brushing hair out of your face a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Oh my love..”

He sighs a deep breath of air before he lays your daughter down in the hospital crib “oh my beautiful Celia.. you look just like your mother.. my darling.”

His princess. His literal princess. Oh god. The thought this small thing will one day rule over his kingdom. Is this how his father felt? Probably not but.. he felt like this. His daughter this.. small helpless thing.. “my darling daughter…”