Shayna
"She is absolutely beautiful," Christina cooed, her voice soft as she brushed her thumb over Violet's rounded cheeks. "Look at these tiny lips. I cannot! I mean it, Shay. You and my brother make unfairly gorgeous babies."
I laughed quietly, adjusting Violet against my chest. She made a small contented sound, her tiny fingers curling into my shirt as if she had already understood that I was hers. Mine. She was my baby. The scent of her — milk, warmth, newborn sweetness — wrapped around me like something sacred. I clutched her tighter to me.
Levi had gone back to work today for the first time since she was born, and I hadn't expected the ache that followed his absence. The house felt too quiet without his steady presence moving through it. Even with Miles clattering around and Vio
