Tiara pouted her lips while staring through the glass window of the NICU.
"She's so… tiny…" she muttered softly.
Inside the incubator, a tiny baby was sleeping peacefully, wrapped in a soft blanket.
Compared to other newborns, she looked even smaller.
Arthur, who was standing beside her, followed her gaze.
"She's seven months old," he reminded gently. "Of course she's tiny."
Tiara pressed her lips together. "I know…"
Her eyes slowly softened as she continued looking at the baby, "But she's just so small."
The baby suddenly moved her little hand in her sleep. And somehow, that tiny movement instantly made Tiara's eyes turn red again.
"She looks exactly like Lia…" she whispered.
Arthur tilted his head slightly.
"Really?" he asked, "Because I think she looks more like William."
Tiara instantly turned around and glared at him.
"What do you mean William?" she complained immediately, "Lia suffered so much just for the baby to come out looking like him?"
