In the gentle afternoon sun, baby monkey Fido, now 5 months old, found himself in the most relaxing spot he could imagine—a warm, cozy tub filled with soothing water. The steam gently rose from the surface, creating a calm, spa-like atmosphere that made Fido feel completely at ease. His tiny body, covered in soft brown fur, was almost submerged, with only his small round head peeking out, a tiny towel carefully folded and placed atop it by his mom.
It was like a scene straight out of a peaceful Japanese hot spring, but instead of mountains and trees, the simple, homely surroundings made the moment even more intimate. Fido’s eyes, half-closed, reflected his deep relaxation, a feeling rare for the energetic little one who usually couldn’t sit still for more than a few seconds. Today was different. Today, Fido was indulging in complete comfort.
As he lay soaking, his mom stood nearby, gently swirling the water around him with her hands to keep the warmth even. Fido’s small lips were wrapped around the rubber nipple of his milk bottle cap, which his mom had thoughtfully prepared for him earlier. He sucked slowly, lazily enjoying the sweet taste of the milk, the combination of the warm water and his favorite drink putting him in a state of bliss. His tiny legs floated slightly in the water, wiggling occasionally, but otherwise, he was the picture of contentment.
His mom watched him with a smile, carefully scrubbing his fur while Fido let out a soft hum of approval. Usually, bath times were a bit of a battle, with Fido being curious, playful, or sometimes grumpy. But today, the warmth of the water and the gentle care of his mom had melted away all of Fido’s usual antics. He was a perfect little angel, his tiny fingers and toes relaxed as he floated in the tub, happy to let his mom clean him without a fuss.
With the small towel balanced on his head, Fido looked almost comical, as though he were mimicking the adults he had seen—perhaps even trying to copy his mom when she wrapped her head after her own baths. The towel remained neatly on his head, soaking up some of the steam, while Fido lay back like a little king enjoying his royal treatment.
His mom continued to rub his back gently, her fingers moving through his fur with the utmost care. Fido felt her love and attention in every motion. The warm water soothed his muscles, and the milk in his mouth tasted sweeter by the moment. He didn’t even stir when his mom washed his face gently, something that normally would have made him squirm. Instead, he trusted her completely, knowing that her touch was gentle and full of care.
As the minutes passed, Fido’s body grew even more relaxed, his eyelids drooping further until they were almost fully closed. His hands, still clutching the milk bottle, loosened their grip as he began to drift into a soft sleep. The combination of the warmth, the milk, and his mother’s tender touch had sent him into a peaceful slumber.
His mom smiled lovingly at the sight of her baby, resting so peacefully in the tub. She gently removed the towel from his head and brushed her fingers over his tiny ears before picking him up carefully from the water. His little body was now clean, his fur shiny and soft from the bath. She wrapped him snugly in a fluffy towel, cradling him against her chest.
Even though Fido was now out of the tub, his peaceful, sleepy state remained. He snuggled against his mom’s chest, still sucking softly on his milk bottle, as she carried him over to their favorite resting spot—a wooden chair by the window where the sunlight streamed in gently. His mom kissed his damp forehead and whispered sweet words to him as she rocked him slowly.
Fido’s tub time had been a success. The warmth, the milk, and his mom’s loving care had made it a perfect moment of peace and relaxation. With his belly full and his body clean, Fido drifted off into a deep, content sleep, dreaming of more warm baths and the comfort of his mother’s love.
