Orion’s POV:
I finally moved forward, my fingers hesitantly brushing against the newborn's head. Her hair was impossibly soft, fine like spun silk, a shade of pale platinum that gleamed beneath the chandelier's dim glow.
My fingertips lingered as I grasped the ridiculous flowered hairband that pressed against her tiny skull, tugging it free. It was obvious that the slight red patch was because it was irritating her skin.
The elastic band snapped slightly, but the baby didn’t cry. Instead, she let out a soft coo as though comforted that it was gone, the small sound catching in her throat before dissolving into silence.
My throat tightened.
She was really too small. Her whole palm wrapping around my one finger.
I couldn’t help but think…Would she break if I held her too roughly? Woul
