A week later, while filming a livestream, the camera wobbled slightly.
In the background, a small boy toddled into frame.
Wearing a blue onesie and chewing on a toy block, Aiden sat on a mat behind her and tried to fit puzzle pieces together with fierce concentration.
The chat exploded.
"WHO is that??""Back view is killing me. Show his face!""Cutest baby on livestream!"
Nora laughed softly. "That's my son. And no—you can't see his face."
But that little moment changed everything.
By the end of the hour, her viewer count had tripled. Donations poured in. Her inbox was flooded with messages calling him "Back View Baby" and "Little Cloud."
He had stolen hearts with his chubby cheeks and serious baby frown—without ever turning around.
That night, as she rocked him to sleep, Nora whispered against his warm forehead.
"You really are my lucky star, Aiden."
And he giggled in his sleep like he already knew.