Forced To Be

Simon's P.O.V

  I look down at her and smile softly. She is so beautiful and small and perfect.

  She fell asleep a few minutes ago, but I just stayed in the chair by her crib, rocking her gently.

  I knew I should've been there when she woke up, but I was in a Skype call that ran over. I was just fixing her some food when I heard her cry over the baby monitor.

  It makes me so sad that she upset herself so much. She could've really gotten hurt with all of her thrashing. I doubt that she knows what it means to be a little, or even knows that she is one.

  I sigh and stand up, being careful not to wake my baby girl. Together we slowly walk down the stairs and into my office where I lay her down in a cot with rounded edges, to ensure that she doesn't roll off.

  Sitting back down in my office chair, I watch her. I watch as she curls into fetal position and whimpers in her sleep. The strapped on pacifier gurgles her speech, making her sound more like a baby. When she doesn't scream as much the pacifier will be taken off and she'll get a real one.

I sigh again and turn to my computer, wishing that I could just spend time with my little darling.