The front door opened softly, letting a little air in. Inside, everything smelled familiar - a little bit of baking, a little bit of air conditioning, and a little bit of flowers.

Flowers?

"Mommy, look what Grandma and I bought!" Alex ran around the corner, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

The boy immediately crashed into your legs, and you let out a slight "oof" as you stumbled a bit. You were still a little sore, your muscles ached slightly, and your body was still resisting all the uninvited and unexpected touches and collisions.

But you already knew this, you had gone through this with Alex. And now it was time for your second.

Simon was standing next to you, holding the car seat in his hand. His grip was strong and steady, as if he were holding something so precious and fragile that it required only the utmost care.

And it did. Because under the warm blanket, dressed in a light yellow onesie, lay your newborn daughter.

Alex immediately looked at the chair when the baby cooed slightly, smacking her lips sweetly. He knew that he would soon have a sister, he had watched your belly grow and Simon placing his hand on your skin in the evenings, waiting for a kick.

But this was their first meeting, their first real meeting as an older brother and a little sister.

"C'mere, bud. We need to introduce ya to someone." Simon said, setting the car seat on the floor, and then gently reached out to his son.