"Lucien?" Amelia called softly, her eyes settling on the little boy standing just a few steps away. She studied him without meaning to, his deep black eyes, the dark hair framing his small, serious face, the quiet way he held himself as if he were already used to observing the world before stepping into it. He looked delicate, but there was something composed about him too, something that made her heart ache in a gentle, unfamiliar way.
"Hi…" Lucien replied after a second, his voice low and careful. He hesitated, then took a few small steps forward when Amelia motioned him closer with an encouraging smile. The moment he was within reach, she instinctively picked him up, as naturally.
"Woah… easy, easy, Mel." Georgia laughed immediately, half teasing, half concerned. "You've just recovered, and you're already lifting babies. You're bold."
