Annie returned to the navigational controls and announced it would take three days to arrive in Japan. Maya's belly growled—Well, somebody's hungry! What are we going to feed her? There was no time to grab any of her bottles before we left. Don't worry, Alexander, I still have the ingredients to make her formula. I used to make it all the time... Her voice trailed off, accompanied by a sorrowful gaze. Maya looked up at Annie, her eyes vacant as she sucked her thumb—Annie pulled out the ingredients and began chopping them, her hands moving gracefully, measuring and mixing with practiced ease. She looked over at me, her eyes asking for my attention as she finished the formula and poured it into the bottle, handing it to me with soft memories in her eyes.
There was no question about it—she was a mom at some point. Annie's meticulousness in crafting the formula, her body language radiating love, and the gentle twist of her fingers on the bottle filled me with awe. As Maya held the bottle close, wrapping her small lips around the nipple, Annie's presence filled the space with wonder and everyday magic.
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It made me feel like I belonged again to a family. Annie quietly watched as Maya nursed the bottle, her gaze a testament to the love and care that had been missing in our lives. It was getting late, the sunset, and the moon rose. As little Maya finished her bottle, Annie took them and placed them in the sink, washing them.
Without even realizing it, my body instinctively moved closer to Annie. She turned around, a little surprised. After a second, she caressed her arms around Maya and held her. An overwhelming softness sparkled with-in her eyes as she sang a lullaby. After a while, my eyes became heavy too. Annie took my hand and walked to her bedroom where there was a large king size bed and helped me up while holding Maya against her. My arms wrapped around them both as I pulled the covers over us. My worries disappeared as we settled into bed, Annie's singing growing fainter as the night dissolved.