Angel Season 3 POV drabble written for open_on_sunday. The topic was 'Food'
Amazing how in only a week everything has changed. The smell of newborn infant fills every room; baby powder and oil, fresh and dirty diapers, new plastics and that sickly scent of fresh vinyl for cribs and bibs and tablecloths. Each room filled with him. Itís gorgeous.
For the first few days.
And then each roomís scent twists into something new, yet old and familiar, chilling me to my soul, sending a yearning through my veins that I thought was long gone. Yet every time I kiss his soft cheeks the smell hits me full in the face.