Emma turned three months old on January 4th, and Aria could hardly believe how much had changed.
The tiny, fragile newborn who'd barely been able to hold her head up was now a robust baby who could roll from her tummy to her back, grab at toys with purposeful hands, and an actual belly laugh that was the most beautiful sound Aria had ever heard.
That laugh had started a week ago. Damien had been making silly faces at Emma during a diaper change, and she'd let out this sudden, delighted giggle. They'd both frozen, staring at her in wonder, and then spent the next hour doing everything they could to make her laugh again.
Now, Aria found herself doing ridiculous things constantly like making exaggerated faces, blowing raspberries on Emma's tummy, and singing silly songs all to hear that la
