Picture perfect moment (by Cynthia)

Silence.
He heard the odd hiss of the radiator, and the fading footsteps of his family walking down the hospital halls.
He cocked his ear towards the door, waiting for a sound, waiting for a sign. But still he could hear nothing but the hospital sounds and the occasional rustle of his new grand-child`s blankets.
Then he jumped, as the baby gave and gave a jerk, kicking her grand-father with a tiny, fat foot.
"Well you`re an impatient one aren`t you." the old man laughed "Don`t worry your mother only went for a walk."
The baby moved her little fists, rubbing her soft hat and hitting her grand-father`s old shirt with the cold, shiny buttons.
Eventually the old man gave a frown and rocked the little baby, he looked around the room again. The room was rather grey, and it had a yellow radiator and a window that let a soft light filter in.
"I know." he sighed, and turned to the window "That`s better isn`t it?"
The baby seemed to relax, and the old man laughed as he watched the anger drain from the little human`s face.
The baby however, was more concentrated on the warm rays of light that came from the window. She felt loved and and free-as if she were touching the sky. Even though she couldn`t see and refused to open her eyes at that moment, the little baby could hear the breathing of her grand father. She turned away for a moment and squirmed some more-for the smell of denture cream was far too potent.
"Well you seem to be feeling better..." the old man said with a smile
And he too, felt absolutely, and unconditionally loved.