Camilla's POV
"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" I asked, my voice soft as I gently tucked a wayward strand of her dark hair behind her ear.
She shook her head with quick, jerky movements, those enormous curious eyes staring up at me with an intensity that always made my chest tighten.
"Mommy's sorry for being late," I murmured, pressing my lips to her forehead in a tender kiss. "Let's go make something delicious together."
I rose from my crouched position, lifting her slight frame before setting her tiny feet back on the hardwood floor. The sound of her small shoes clicking against the surface echoed through the quiet house as she clasped my hand, and we made our way toward the kitchen.
