The room was filled with the soft coos of the baby as Roseanne carefully rocked the little one in her arms. A mixture of awe and tenderness glowed on her face, her movements gentle as if afraid she might disturb the infant. Lila, sitting comfortably nearby, watched with a warm smile, her eyes brimming with fondness for both her child and Roseanne.
"She likes you already," Lila said, leaning back in her chair. Her voice carried a light teasing tone as she gestured toward her baby, who had begun to grip Roseanne's finger with surprising strength.
Roseanne glanced up with a shy smile, her cheeks tinged with pink. "She's absolutely precious," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper as if speaking too loudly might wake the little one. "She's so tiny... and perfect."
