𝐷𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐸𝑦𝑒𝑠

23

{Quîncy}

Tîara clutches my hand as we walk through the bîg hospîtal.

Î can't help but be a lîttle content.

Thîs îs where we met.

And here we are almost 7 months later, hand în hand.

Puck sîts on my shoulder, kîckîng hîs lîttle legs absentmîndedly.

He knows that he always has to be very well behaved whenever we come here.

"Would you lîke to hold her?"

"Oh wow."
Tîara whîspers.

Î waît anxîously for my turn to hold lîttle Gîanova.

There are no words to descrîbe the feelîng Î get when Tîara adjusts my arms and Î get to hold the baby.

Î have never felt so împortant.

"Oh my God, thîs îs good."
Î hear James snîfflîng.

Followed by a camera clîck.

"Hî, lîttle baby."
Î whîsper, holdîng her close.

"Supportîng the head îs very important, baby."
Tîara whîspers, helpîng me shîft a lîttle.

"Oh wow."
Î breathe.

She's so tîny and soft.

Î smîle all day afterwards.

Tîara absolutely loves ît.

"Aww, you're such a cutîe."
She gushes at dînner tîme.

Ollîe, who's stayîng over for the nîght, wordlessly eats hîs veggîes.

He hasn't spoken much all day.

We got to the hospîtal after he met hîs lîttle sîster.

"Do you lîke the baby, buddy?"
Î ask softly.

He sîghs.

"She's alrîght, Î guess. Î'm glad mama got all skînny agaîn. That baby was makîng her ankles look weîrd."
He grumbles.

Î hesîtate.

"Oh yeah."
Tîara agrees.

"You thînk they'll have more chîldren?"
Î ask curîously, restîng my chîn în my hands.

"Most defînîtely. James always wanted a lot of kîds."
Tîara laughs a lîttle.

"Î don't want no more babîes."
Ollîe complaîns.

"Look at ît thîs way, kîd. The lîttle ones wîll look up to you because you're the oldest. Î remember how upset Î was when my sîster was born. The feelîng wîll pass and soon enough, you'll forget you ever got upset because they came."
Î soothe, pattîng hîs shoulder.

"Î dîdn't know you had a sîster."
Tîara says quîetly.

Î hesîtate agaîn.

"Well...yeah. A brother too."
Î say guardedly.

Sîlence.

"Do they lîve în thîs town?"
She prompts.