She is as little and precious as an infant can be

She is as little and precious as an infant can be.

She is not fat and pink, but her eyes are like the sea and you just can't look away from the different waves that dance in her unfocused gaze.

You touch her head, softly and with the utmost care, because She has no hair to speak of and you don't want to blemish her perfect skin with your rough hands.

She is stretching her hands at nothing, and you can't help to feel terrified:She may be blind. And then you remember that, technically, She will be blind for another week and, really, you've seen oll kind of things…shouldn't you know better?

But here, in your hands lies an universe of possibilities and the thought is chilling.

She is fussy and loud, but sometimes, when She is smiling like that ( even if you know she can't, actually) you remember that there was a mother involved in the making process and you thank Kami for that every day: She wouldn't be as cute if She had your face…or your stubble.

She is quieting now, and if you're lucky She'll be asleep in a matter of minutes.

The wind is her lullaby and your arms her cradle and you think that before She came, the world was a pitying place indeed.

Nanao is calling you, even now from her resting bed, to bossy you into doing some work and to ' please return my daughter to me, will you?'.

You'll comply, sooner or later, but for now you're content to stay here, with your daughter, looking at the sakura blossoms falling around you…and next thing you'll know, She'll be old enough to take naps around Seritei with you…you can't wait.