Gael looked at the baby in his arms, it was a baby girl. She looked very small and fragile, her hands were only one- fifth the size of his hands.
However, those small hands with tiny fingers that curled around his forefinger, held his world. She gripped his whole world in her little hands and yet, Gael felt this was the most amazing feeling that he ever felt.
He didn't want to put her down, if he could, he wanted to hold her every single second, staring at her sleeping face or the way she pouted her lips. She was so beautiful…
"You need to put her down, she barely sleeps in her crib," Anne said, as she strode inside the room and found Gael holding the baby yet again.
"I can't put her down." He wanted to cherish every moment that he had with his baby girl.
But when Anne said nothing at all and just stared at him with her intent eyes, he knew that this old woman wanted to say something to him.
