Tiny Baby Jelly had just woken up from her afternoon nap, her soft eyes blinking slowly as she adjusted to the bright room. But something felt different today—Mom wasn’t right beside her like usual. The quiet hum of the house didn’t comfort her the same way.
She sat alone on the fluffy rug, her little hands trembling slightly as she tried to calm her breathing. Her tiny body waved gently back and forth, not in play, but from nerves. She was nervous, scared, and unsure.
“Eeehh…” she whimpered softly, her voice barely more than a breath.
Every sound made her flinch—the fan spinning above, the distant bark of a dog outside. Her lips trembled as she looked toward the hallway, waiting for that one face she trusted most.
Where was Mom?
She folded her arms around herself, trying to feel safe. Her body kept swaying, her tail curled tightly—a sign of deep unease.
Just then, soft footsteps echoed on the tile.
Mom appeared, holding a warm bottle of milk.
“Jelly… baby girl, I’m here,” she whispered lovingly.
Jelly’s head shot up. Her lips quivered again, but this time it was from relief. She rushed forward on her wobbly hands, straight into Mom’s arms, pressing her face into her chest.
“Oh sweetheart,” Mom whispered, rocking her gently. “You were scared all alone?”
Jelly nodded, still clinging tightly.
Mom sat down on the rug, cradling Jelly in her lap and gently feeding her the warm milk. Jelly’s eyes fluttered as the warmth and love calmed her little heart.
The trembling stopped.
In her mother’s arms, Jelly finally felt safe again—reminded that even in her most nervous moments, she would never truly be alone. 🐒💗🍼
