It had been almost eight weeks since their daughter, little Anaya, arrived.
Isha’s body had changed. The soft lower belly still held a gentle curve. Her breasts were fuller, heavier, often leaking a little when Anaya cried. Between her legs the stitches had dissolved, the swelling had gone, but everything still felt different more sensitive, more fragile.
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