*Will*
I lean against the doorframe, watching Kiera as she sits on a chair beside Frida’s bed, her voice soft and melodic as she reads a bedtime story. The way she leans in, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, makes my heart swell. Frida is captivated, her leg propped up on the pillow, her face lit with a mix of wonder and drowsiness. It’s a sight that fills me with warmth… Kiera is no doubt adoring my niece like this. I’m filled with a sense of certainty that she would make a fantastic mother to her, and the thought sends a rush of hope through me.
As the last page turns, Kiera closes the book and leans down to plant a gentle kiss on Frida’s forehead. “Goodnight, sweet pea,” she whispers, her voice tender. I can see Frida’s eyelids growing heavy, a peaceful smile settling on her face.
