It was the first time you had left Amelie entirely in Lando’s care. Not for a quick nap or a short moment, but for an entire afternoon. You were a nervous wreck, though you tried your best to hide it. You trusted Lando completely — he was your boyfriend, your partner in everything. But you also knew him. If Amelie so much as sneezed, he would undoubtedly spiral into full-blown panic mode.

The afternoon passed in slow, restless waves as you wandered through your favorite bookstore, barely registering the titles in front of you. When you finally returned home, the silence that greeted you made your heart race. Something about the stillness unsettled you, and you found yourself holding your breath as you stepped inside.

You made your way to Amelie’s room, your steps light and cautious. The soft glow of the nursery light spilled into the hallway, a reassuring warmth against the tension knotting in your chest. Peeking inside, you froze for a moment, taking in the scene before you.

Lando was there, standing by the crib, his back slightly hunched as he gazed down at the baby with a tenderness that made your heart ache. The room was calm, serene, like the entire world had paused for this moment.

You approached quietly, not wanting to disturb the stillness. When Lando turned and saw you, his lips curved into a gentle smile that sent a wave of relief washing over you. “Look at her…” he whispered, his voice soft, reverent, as though speaking any louder might wake her.

His fingers brushed lightly against Amelie’s forehead in a caress so delicate it made your chest tighten. “She was trying to stand up” he continued, his tone filled with awe “I think it tired her out. As soon as I laid her down here, she fell asleep… It’s like she knows she’s safe with me.”