Returning to the routines of daily life brought such decadent comfort.
After spending time with Fatima, Henry engaged in a playful rotation with the sisters, creating a scene of joyous indulgence.
After a night of fervent effort, Fatima and Emily were left exhausted, sleeping soundly in bed, unlikely to recover without a full day's rest.
Quietly leaving his bedroom, Henry then visited Anna's room for a similar engagement.
"Life is indeed busy," he mused, before making his way to Elisa's room to check on the mother of his future child.
Lying with his ear against Elisa's still-flat belly, he listened intently before sighing, "Those doctors in the hospital are all liars; you can't hear anything at all."
Elisa, shyly cuddling against Henry, pouted and replied, "It's only been a month or two. The baby is still too small; how could you possibly hear anything?"
