**Rose PoV**
I watched as Anis crawled toward her papa.
She giggled as she did so, her tiny hands moving eagerly across the soft mat. Saffron just held his arms wide, ready to pick her up as soon as she reached him.
"Come to ya pa," Saffron said, his rural accent slipping out more prominently than usual. It must've been because he felt relaxed enough to use it around Anis, who seemed to bring out the gentler side of him.
Anis tried crawling faster, her little face lighting up with determination. Despite her frail heart, she showed such spirit. I held my breath for a moment, hoping she wouldn't overexert herself. She was only seven months old, and her delicate condition made even the simplest actions feel like monumental achievements.
"Almost there, sweetheart," I whispered, my heart swelling with pride and anxiety as I watched her inch closer to Saffron.
