Naomi's POV

The morning sun ascended brightly and broadly, streaming through the windows in soft beams that played over Aurora's crib. She began to move just as I completed securing my hair, her small fingers grasping the edge of her blanket as if she possessed the world, one drowsy sigh at a time.

“Going to let your aunt have an adventure today, hmm?” I murmured to myself while scooping her up against my chest.

Her soft baby smell–the milk, soap, everything about babies was always ...