Months passed by so fast.
Marian and Daniel’s days were filled with diaper changes, baby bottles, late-night feedings, and making sure Isabella still felt just as loved and important as before.
And Isabella—
She took her role very seriously.
“Daddy, I think Connor peed again! I’ll get his nappies!” Isabella said, already running toward the room before Daniel could answer.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Daniel called after her.
Moments later, she came back, carefully carrying the diaper caddy she insisted on having—her special way of helping.
“You’re welcome, Daddy,” she said proudly. “I like to help. I’m the big helper.”
Daniel smiled warmly at her.
“That you are, sweetheart.”
“Mama’s awake!” Isabella announced excitedly the moment she saw Marian walk into the living room.
“I am, swee
