(Arata)
We took our daughter home the following day. She was healthy and there were no complications, so we were discharged.
Caysir gladly carried her inside from the car while Karsten remained by my side, guiding me, holding my hand.
"She is too cute, Mrs Karsten," he lovingly smiled at her, his eyes filled with affection, holding her with such care.
"She is." I smiled.
Her grandma Camilla had brought a bassinet for her. Caysir placed her inside, and she slept peacefully with a red flower headband on her forehead, which her father insisted on keeping on her.
We had decided to hold a naming day party the next day and invite all of our friends and relatives from both sides of the family.
Olphi and Asbela were here to help us out with the preparations.
"Welcome home and congratulations," Asbela excitedly hugged me.
"Thank you! Glad you are here." I returned her affection and she turned towards the bassinet with a hand on her mouth.
"She is like a cinnamon roll."
