Soft Sevika - Blog Posts

Don't cry, my love...

Sevika wasn’t the kind of person who showed many emotions. Since the moment you met her, her toughness had always been part of her charm—her firm, almost intimidating presence. But ever since the two of you started building a family, everything had changed, even if she tried to hide it at times.

It was a quiet afternoon at home. The soft light of sunset filtered through the curtains, bathing the living room in golden hues. The sound of your wife’s gentle laughter and the soft tapping of tiny feet filled the air. Your baby girl, Silvie, was only eight months old, but she was already beginning to show her personality, and like any baby at that stage, she was exploring her world.

Sevika was sitting on the couch, watching her daughter with a mix of tenderness and focus. She was used to the strength her job demanded, to the harshness of her daily routine, but that little smile—those bright, curious eyes of Silvie—had the power to make her melt like a piece of chocolate in the sun.

You, her wife, were in the kitchen, finishing up a snack for the family. The smell of freshly baked cookies filled the air, but what truly caught your attention was the cheerful laughter of your baby and the soft words Sevika whispered as they played together on the couch. “Silvie, where’s your favorite toy?” Sevika said, lifting a small rattle with a smile. Silvie, with her big curious eyes, reached out for the toy, but something on the floor caught her attention instead—a small piece of metal, a screw that had fallen from somewhere and now dangerously lay within her reach.

It wasn’t the first time the little one grabbed something she shouldn’t have, and although Sevika was always vigilant, there was no way to prevent her daughter from getting curious about the wrong things from time to time. With swift movements, Sevika took the piece from the baby’s hands. “No, no, no, princess!” she said, her voice soft but firm, as she moved the screw out of reach. “That’s not for you, sweetheart.” Silvie, surprised by the sudden change, began to let out a soft cry, almost as if she didn’t understand what had just happened. But as soon as she realized something important had been taken away, her crying intensified, turning into an inconsolable wail.

Seeing the shift in her daughter’s expression, Sevika couldn’t help but blush, even though she tried to keep her composure. “Oh no, don’t cry, my love.” Her voice softened instantly. “It’s just because it’s dangerous, right?” She looked at her tenderly, trying to soothe her, but the baby kept crying, staring at the screw just out of reach.

“You’re going to make mama cry, huh?” she said with a soft laugh. Sevika blushed even more as she saw the child crying louder, tears running down her cheeks. From the kitchen, you heard the little sob and quickly approached, setting the cookies aside. Seeing the scene, your expression softened, and a tender smile appeared on your face. “What’s going on here?” you asked gently, coming closer to take Silvie into your arms.

Sevika, who had been trying to comfort her daughter, turned toward you with a mixture of desperation and love. “I’ll let you take her—she’s being a bit stubborn,” she said, passing the crying infant into your arms. “Shhh, it’s okay, my love,” you whispered, trying to soothe her.

But the baby didn’t want to calm down. She kept looking at Sevika with those big teary eyes. The woman who was once a pillar of strength now seemed helpless, her expression showing just how much it hurt to see her daughter so upset.

Sevika slowly walked toward you, still holding the metal piece in her hand, and leaned in to gently caress the baby’s cheek. But Silvie, still inconsolable, continued to cry. You watched them both, seeing how Sevika was trying to calm her despite not quite knowing how to handle these moments. The baby lifted her head from your shoulder, looked directly at her mother, and then, in a sudden wave of emotion, did something neither of you expected:

She pouted.

It was subtle at first, like she didn’t quite understand the importance of what she was doing, but when the corners of her mouth curved downward, Sevika froze. The baby’s eyes, full of pure innocence, looked at her as if asking for an explanation. In that moment, with that tiny pout, Sevika felt something she had never experienced before—a feeling of absolute vulnerability. The strength she had always carried seemed to dissolve in an instant. She looked at the baby, then at you, and everything inside her melted, as if the force of that small gesture could tear down any wall she had ever built.

“See? Look what you did,” you whispered with a tender smile, tinged with playful teasing. Sevika didn’t know how to react.

“What? I didn’t do anything…” she frowned, but without conviction. It was clear that, in that moment, she felt defeated by a simple pout.

The baby, seeing that Sevika wasn’t reacting as she hoped, began to cry again. Not loud crying, but soft, heartbreaking sobs. Sevika couldn’t hold back anymore, and with a sigh, she stepped closer to you, arms open for her daughter.

“Come on, baby,” she said, her voice rough but full of affection, “come to mama.” The baby, hearing the soft tone of her mother’s voice, stopped crying almost instantly, though the pout still lingered on her little face. Sevika held her in her arms, feeling her daughter cling to her as if nothing else in the world mattered.

In the distance, the living room clock marked the passing minutes, but for you, Sevika, and Silvie, those moments felt eternal—filled with tenderness, laughter, and a vast, immeasurable love. The baby had discovered, in the most innocent way, the power she held over both of you—the power of a simple pout that could bring even the strongest to their knees.

“You know what, love?” you said with a smile, looking at the baby in her arms. “I think our daughter just learned how to completely melt us.”

Sevika smiled, gently rocking the baby in her strong arms. Silvie was her exact replica—dark skin, thick black hair, gray eyes that could melt anyone’s heart, especially yours. Her face mirrored Sevika’s, but that innocent, pleading pout she’d now use to get what she wanted reminded Sevika of you. It made her smile sweetly, an unusual expression for her—but one Silvie had managed to draw out countless times since the day she was born. This was her daughter, a reflection of both of you and of the love you shared. The sum of so many good and bad moments, of sleepless nights and days when hope was the only thing you two had left. Silvie and you were her home, and Sevika would do anything to protect you.

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