The morning sun peeked through the window, casting golden light across the bathroom. Steam curled softly from the tub, where warm water waited — calm, soothing, and perfect for a tiny morning bath. Baby Minea, still half-asleep, blinked drowsily as Daddy lowered her gently into the water.
The moment her little toes touched the warmth, she let out a soft sigh of comfort. The water rippled around her tiny body, and her eyelids began to flutter. Daddy chuckled quietly, “Don’t fall asleep yet, my little princess. We just started.”
But Minea was already drifting. The warmth hugged her like a blanket, the gentle movement of water rocking her the way a mother’s arms would. She leaned back slightly, her tiny hands floating at her sides, her breathing slow and peaceful.
Daddy watched with a smile, keeping his hand under her to make sure she stayed safe. Tiny bubbles shimmered near her fur, and sunlight danced across the surface like liquid gold. Minea’s head tilted slightly, her mouth curling into a small, sleepy smile — as if she were dreaming of her favorite things: milk, cuddles, and warm hugs.
After a few minutes, a soft snore escaped her. Daddy laughed quietly, whispering, “Oh, Minea… you turned your bath into a nap.” He scooped a bit of warm water over her back, careful not to wake her.
She looked like the picture of peace — a tiny angel floating in a bath of warmth and love.
When the bath was done, Daddy lifted her carefully into a towel, wrapping her up like a little burrito. Minea stirred only slightly, still lost in her morning dream.
And as she nestled against his chest, still half-asleep, the world felt perfectly calm — just her, Daddy, and the morning light.
