Deanna stared silently at the kids, three of them not even one month old yet. These four little ones brought warmth to the Cunningham family.
Deanna's eyesight was worsening day by day. Nevertheless, her gaze was fixed on the sight of the four little ones cuddling together peacefully.
When she looked up, her brilliant grandson was standing there. He had grown into a fine young man with responsibilities to withhold and a family to protect. She could not help but admire Jackson's stunning presence. At that moment, he was bending down, caressing the little feet of his precious daughter.
Nidia was leaning on the bed, resting. From that angle, she captured every expression on Deanna's face.
She was watching her grandson and great-grandchildren lovingly.
Nidia then turned to look at the cradle next to her. The babies were inside. A pure smile slowly widened at the corner of her mouth.
