Celia's cheeks were hurting from smiling so widely. Gabriel's laughter filled the serene nursery like a colourful butterfly mowing through a white room.
Lucas laughed as well. He was tossing the baby in the air and catching him again. Gabriel absolutely loved it.
The first time Celia had seen him do that, she'd nearly lost her mind from the shock. She'd actually screamed, terrified that Lucas would fail to catch him and their son would land on the rugs with a crash. Not intentionally, of course. But it wouldn't be the first time that good intentions had lead to an accident…
That had never happened. Not even close.
She had to grudgingly admit that Lucas's large, capable hands were one of the very safest place their baby could land.
She'd eventually learned to relax while watching father and son playing. Lucas had explained to her, with the sweetest kind of patience, that the baby wasn't some fragile, breakable doll.