Gabriel lifted Noah high into the air, rubbing his nose playfully against the baby's tiny one. Noah burst into a giggle, his little limbs wriggling with pure joy before Gabriel brought him back into his arms.
"Call me Daddy, Papa!" Gabriel said softly, brushing a fingertip along Noah's round cheek.
"Da! Da!"
Those two simple sounds made Gabriel's heart melt. His smile widened with pride. Noah's tiny voice was the sweetest sound in the world for him.
Amelie walked back into the bedroom, dressed in an off-cream gown with her damp hair wrapped neatly in a towel.
"Look, Mommy's here," Gabriel said with a grin, turning Noah so he could see her.
Amelie's eyes softened at the sight. "Gabriel, remember, starting today, Noah's baby massages begin," she reminded him gently.
"Of course, I remember," Gabriel replied, chuckling. "Senior Delilah has been doing this for years. I'm sure Noah will love it. A good massage will make him even stronger."
