A warm, sweet-smelling bundle stirred in April’s arms. Her precious baby girl. She thought of her own mother, of all the things she didn’t know. The wild nights, stolen kisses, bad boys, ill-conceived romances, spontaneous road trips, the wind blasting her hair. The hidden scars. She pictured her daughter years in the future with a head full of secrets, a chasm between them.
“What’s on your mind?” Her husband asked, playfully tousling her hair.
“What she’ll be like when she’s all grown up.”
He grinned. “Let’s just focus on today.”
The Moral Mondays prompt this week is THERE IS NO FEAR IN LOVE.