Chapter 39 Her First Laugh
The morning was crisp and bright, the kind of day that seemed to hum with possibility. Sunlight filtered through the windows, falling in soft patches across the living room carpet where Lily sat cross-legged, Emma in her lap. Emma was watching a mobile above the crib — brightly colored animals that spun slowly in a circle — her dark eyes wide and curious. Ethan leaned against the couch, phone forgotten for the moment, a quiet smile on his face as he observed them. “Look at her,” he whispered, almost to himself. “She notices everything.” Lily laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from Emma’s forehead. “She’s taking it all in. Every little thing.” They had spent the week developing routines, laughing together at small mishaps, learning how to soothe and entertain her, and now, for th
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