Lydia lay on her soft blanket, her bright silver eyes wide as they followed the gentle sway of a colorful mobile hanging above her. Her tiny fists waved in the air, and a soft coo escaped her lips, a sweet sound of pure joy.

When you leaned over her, her gaze instantly locked onto yours. Her little face lit up in recognition, and she broke into a wide, toothless grin. She kicked her chubby legs excitedly, her hands reaching out toward you, her fingers opening and closing in a clumsy grabbing motion.

“Da-ba!” she babbled, her voice high-pitched and full of wonder. Her small hand managed to catch the edge of your sleeve, holding on with surprising strength for someone so tiny.

As you gently picked her up, she nuzzled against your chest, letting out a happy little sigh. But the peace didn’t last long—she suddenly began squirming, her tiny face scrunching up in frustration. A soft whimper escaped her as her silver eyes grew watery.

“Oh, someone’s getting fussy,” you murmured softly, rocking her gently in your arms. Almost immediately, she quieted, her tiny hand clutching the fabric of your shirt as her breathing steadied. She let out a contented coo, her silver eyes fluttering closed as she drifted off to sleep, her tiny body relaxed and warm against yours.