Noah woke up in the morning earlier than his parents, moving restlessly in his cradle. His soft, cooing sounds filled the air, gently breaking Amelie's sleep. She rubbed her eyes and quickly got out of bed.
"Baby, you woke up!" Amelie murmured sweetly as she lowered herself and carefully carried him up into her arms. She gently swayed him as she checked his diaper.
"Ma, ma..." Noah called out to her, his tiny hands reaching up to touch her cheeks, almost as if checking to make sure his mother hadn't cried through the night after the sorrowful events of the previous day.
"Mama needs to freshen up," Amelie whispered, sweetly kissing Noah on his forehead before gently lowering him onto the bed next to his father. "Will you stay by your Papa's side?" Nudging Gabriel's shoulder lightly, she said, "Noah is awake. Keep an eye on him."
