The bath water had just been drained, leaving the room quiet except for tiny splashes and soft breaths. TanTan and A Tong sat side by side, their fur damp, bodies cooling quickly after the refreshing bath. At first, it felt nice. Then the cool air touched their skin, and both little faces changed at once.
A Tong shivered, rubbing his arms, eyes blinking in surprise. TanTan whimpered softly, scooting closer, instinctively seeking warmth. Neither cried loudly yet, but their discomfort was clear. Their bodies were small, and the chill felt much bigger than them.
Mom noticed immediately.
She reached for the warm towels, thick and soft, fresh from being dried. With quick, gentle movements, she lifted TanTan first, wrapping him snugly from shoulders to toes. His tense body relaxed almost instantly. His eyes softened, and his breathing slowed as the warmth hugged him close.
Then came A Tong. He lifted his arms without being asked, trusting completely. Mom wrapped him tightly, tucking the towel around his back and over his head. A Tong let out a tiny sigh, the kind that comes when relief finally arrives. The shivering stopped. The world felt safe again.
Mom held them both, one on each side, rubbing their backs through the towels. TanTan leaned his head against her chest, eyes half closed. A Tong pressed closer, gripping the towel with small fingers, refusing to let the warmth escape.
The cool bath was already forgotten.
In that quiet moment, wrapped together, the room filled with calm. No crying. No fear. Just the sound of breathing and the feeling of being protected. Mom whispered softly, promising comfort, promising care.
TanTan yawned. A Tong smiled sleepily.
Sometimes, love is not loud. Sometimes it’s a warm towel, quick hands, and knowing exactly when your babies need you most. That day, a simple wrap turned cold into comfort, and two tiny hearts settled peacefully, held together by warmth, trust, and a mother who never missed their need.
