In Heaven – God's POV
I watched over the little one as she wept softly, her innocent sobs echoing in the tranquil expanse of heaven. Cici, ever tender, knelt beside her and gently patted her head.
Cici: "Don't cry, baby!" he cooed, his voice warm with reassurance.
The baby's face contorted with distress as she sniffled, "No, no—something's wrong. I feel like my heart hurts. Mr. God, I want to see my mother, please!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.
I leaned in, my heart heavy with empathy yet burdened by the responsibilities of our divine realm. "Yes, baby, we will see her—but not right now. She is sleeping at the moment," I explained softly, trying to soothe her fears.
"Is she okay?" the baby asked, her voice trembling with worry.
"She is fine," I reassured her. Internally, I wrestled with the delicate balance of protecting her from the harsh realities of human life. I knew how deeply she was attached to her mother, but I could not allow her to witness that fear—a fear born from a man whose actions might convince her that all humans were unworthy of trust. I must protect the innocence of this child, even if it means delaying her reunion with her mother.
"I want to see my mother!" she insisted, pouting with the stubborn resolve of a little soul determined to reclaim her warmth.
"Baby, I promise I'll let you watch her, but tomorrow, okay?" I replied, my voice laced with sadness as I saw the flicker of disappointment in her eyes. "Oh, my child, don't worry—one day you will have a great father and mother who will love you unconditionally."
Cici frowned playfully at the baby as she continued to cry. "Baby, why are you crying like that?" he teased. "Look at me—I am strong. I don't cry, even when my own family abandoned me. But now, I am happy because I have you!" He enveloped her in a warm hug, and for a moment, the heavens seemed to shimmer with the purity of their bond.
My heart melted at the sight of these two adorable souls, so full of life and emotion. Quietly, I drifted away from their tender moment and made my way to the work area—a celestial council where angels, gods, goddesses, and other divine beings convene to decide the fate of humanity and beyond.
As I entered the chamber, the gentle hum of celestial deliberation paused momentarily. The goddess turned to me with a curious glint in her eye. "God, you're here. We just watched that child—she is sleeping now, but she was scared earlier. What do you think? Who will be her soulmate?" she asked thoughtfully.
I offered a soft smile, shaking my head slowly. "I don't know," I admitted honestly, feeling the weight of mortal choices in every decision.
An angel, ever optimistic, chimed in, "I think James! I like him because he helped her so much. Surely she will choose him!" His tone was hopeful, brimming with trust in human goodness.
But the goddess wasn't convinced. "No, I don't agree. I favor Kayden—can't you see the way he looks at her? There's something in his gaze that speaks to her heart," she replied, her words laced with gentle mischief.
Before I could speak further, another voice—filled with caution—emerged from the group. "Yes, but what if that thief comes between them?" The concern hung in the air like a fragile cloud of uncertainty.
I looked around at these earnest expressions—each perspective a thread in the vast tapestry of human fate—and then addressed them with measured calm. "I truly don't know about the man she will choose. In the end, it is her decision. But one thing is certain: whoever she chooses, I trust that they will bring her true happiness." My voice resonated with both authority and compassion.
The angel and goddess exchanged smiles and nods, reassured by my words. In that moment, I understood that even in our divine realm, choices were as unpredictable and tender as the human heart itself. The conversations in heaven echoed with the hope that love, in all its forms, would ultimately prevail in the lives of those I watched over.
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