Thankfully, the night air held no chill.

Leyla lay on the bed, clad in her cute little onesie.

Dylan gazed at her with tenderness and nostalgia, her innocence reminding him of the first time he met Olivia.

Back then, Olivia exuded innocence akin to the baby girl, but now she bore a more refined, feminine aura, albeit with a slight weight loss.

Unable to resist, Dylan leaned down and kissed Leyla’s tummy through the fabric, the faint scent of milk tugging at his heartstrings.

Unbeknownst to Dylan, his eyes reflected his innate gentleness at that moment.

He regretted not spending more time with the little girl.

He marveled at how adorable she looked, especially at this tender age.

Normally a sound sleeper, Leyla seemed to sense something and abruptly woke up.

over groggily and fixed her gaze on

clouded the baby girl’s

she extended her chubby hand to

of wonder, she examined

in a daze, the little girl murmured,

eyes, and he felt a lump form

guard as she reached out to

he had

Leyla in a gentle

a dreamy giggle, burped softly, and drifted back to

if trying

scene, Olivia watched silently, her emotions

she couldn’t contain

into the hallway, she tilted her head upward to prevent the tears from

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