Manon
I stare at the infant in my arms. “So... what's up?”
She closes her eyes. Rude.
I sigh, stalking to the bed and sitting. Can I even lay her down anywhere? What is she rolls off the bed? It seems wrong to put her back in the box she came in.
Convenient, but like, morally wrong.
You should never put babies in boxes, I don't think.
I look back down at her. Her face is scrunched up in permanent unhappiness, and it seems like she's gonna start crying.
“Um...well,” I look up and then back down. “This is awkward. I mean you can't talk, which kinda sucks y'know?”
She blinked. She has Niccoló's eyes. Deep brown. But then he told me this was his niece. It's perfectly plausible that his niece has the same eyes that he does, his brother looks like his twin.
Still...
“Baby, I'm back,” N
