My Mother Called Me At Midnight Asking When I’d Pick Up “The Baby”… But My Daughter Was Already Sleeping Beside Me

in sleep. Her breathing was soft, uneven, peaceful.

Safe.

That single word grounded me enough to press the phone to my ear.

“Mom?” I whispered.

For a moment, only breathing came through. Shallow, shaky breathing, like someone trying not to break apart completely.

Then she spoke.

“Morgan… when are you coming back for the baby?”

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