~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, silently focusing on my face.
He’s a complete copy of Norman. It's almost like I didn’t have any contribution in bringing him into this world.
I see Norman in him, and it just makes it hard not to think about him.
His stare is as intense as Norman's. Even his hair falls naturally in Norman’s style. Un
