~Sienna~

TWO WEEKS LATER

Wrapped in a towel, Noah lies on his tummy in the middle of the dressing table, while my mom and I each dress the girls by the edges.

Naysa jerks in my hands, her fists clutching the towel around her, trying to drag it to her mouth. I smile, shaking my head as I wipe her body.

Nyomi coos, making throaty sounds as my mom sings to her.

My heart blooms with joy. Moments like this feel unparalleled in my life.

I glance at Noah.

He’s staring at me from the side, ...