"Look who's here!" Amelie said warmly as she stepped into the sitting room, Noah secured comfortably in the baby carrier against her chest. "It's Uncle Denzel."
She gently lifted Noah's tiny arms and waved them playfully.
"Say hello to him, Noah."
Denzel smiled and bent down slightly so he was at the child's level.
"Hello there, cutie pie," he said softly.
He reached out and lightly pinched Noah's cheek with playful affection. But before he could pull his hand back, Noah's tiny fingers suddenly wrapped tightly around one of his.
"Unca!" Noah babbled happily, his face breaking into a proud little grin as if he had just accomplished something remarkable.
Amelie chuckled.
"Noah, let go of your uncle's finger," she said gently, trying to pry open his small fist.
But Noah's grip didn't loosen.
Denzel looked at the tiny hand holding his finger and blinked in surprise.
"His grip is surprisingly strong," he remarked, glancing at Amelie with a slightly astonished expression.
