Shelly’s POV
“Come here, beautiful. Let Mommy have a break and come hang out with Aunt Shelly,” I say, reaching out to Aubrea as she snuggles in Sabrina’s arms.
Though she’s only a month old, I love chatting with her even if she doesn't understand a word. Her little coos and yawns are the best antidote to any tiredness.
“Are you sure, Shelly? You're ready to pop any day yourself. You must be tired and worn down,” Sabrina remarks, concern etched across her face.
I gently shake my head and grin. “I’m never too tired for this sweet girl. I love her to death! Plus, you need some 'me' time, Mama.
So no worries,” I reply, taking Miss Aubrea from her arms and cradling her against my chest. Aubree's tiny fingers wrap around mine, and a wave of joy washes over me. It's moments like these that
