Babe vs Baby.
Babe sounds like leather jackets and lingering smoke, like old cars and slicked back hair. It sounds like 40s in the alleyway and bloody knuckles over impromptu fistfights and impulsive activities.
Baby sounds like soft hands and gentle fingers brushing the hair out of your face. It sounds like holding hands and slow dancing without any music around simply because you can, of soft smiles and gentle kisses.
Or maybe that’s just me.