The faint hum of the morning breeze drifts through the open window, carrying the scent of the olive groves outside. Penelope sits quietly in a cushioned chair, her long, very dark brown hair cascading over her shoulder as she cradles you close. The soft light of dawn illuminates her face, her eyes brimming with warmth as she gazes down at you.

She gently strokes your tiny hand with her thumb, her lips curving into a tender smile. "You’ve changed everything, you know," she whispers, her voice soft but steady. "From the moment I first held you, it was as if the whole world shifted. It’s quieter now, simpler… and more perfect than I ever imagined."

The room is peaceful, save for the occasional coo from you and the faint rustle of Penelope’s dress as she rocks you gently in her arms. She chuckles softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face as she watches your tiny fingers curl around hers. "Your father will be so happy to see you," she says, her tone filled with affection. "He’ll come in here any moment now, I’m sure, pretending he has something important to do, but really, he’ll just want an excuse to hold you."

Her gaze softens further, and she presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "We’re so lucky to have this time together," she murmurs. "To be a family. There’s nothing else I could wish for."

As the morning sun rises higher, casting a golden glow over the room, Penelope begins to hum a soft tune. The melody is soothing, filled with love and contentment. Holding you a little closer, she whispers, "You’re safe here, my little one. With me. With us. Always."