Gabriel closed the last button of the warm, thick sweater over Noah's small body. The boy was utterly engrossed, contentedly sucking on his milk bottle. Gabriel then gently worked the soft socks onto Noah's feet, ensuring every piece of clothing was secure before allowing the boy to settle back and fully enjoy his bottle.
"Gabriel, Grandma wants to see us now," Amelie said, stepping quietly into the room.
"Wait just a moment. Noah is still drinking his milk," Gabriel replied, turning his head to look up at her. Amelie moved to his side, her hand instinctively resting on his shoulder. Gabriel leaned his head back, finding momentary comfort against her presence.
