Sometime later, my eyes fluttered open, and I blinked the drugged sleepiness from my eyes. My body ached, and I instinctively rested my hand on my stomach, which was now a lot smaller than it had been only a few hours ago.
I glanced around the room, realizing I'd been moved from the delivery room and into a private suite reserved for new parents. Trent sat in a chair in the corner, a pink bundle cradled in his arms. I watched in complete fascination as he gazed down at our daughter, his face full of love and adoration. I smiled, my heart ready to burst out of my chest at the sight before me.
Just then, Trent looked up, no doubt hearing the change in my heartrate. He smiled warmly. "You're awake," he whispered.
I nodded. "Yeah, how long was I sleeping?" I yawned.
"A couple hours. Doctor Mattias said it was normal. Between the drugs they gave you and the effort of giving birth. . ." He glanced back down at the baby, another faint smile curling his lips. "You needed the rest."