I Stopped Loving Him When He Let Me Bleed Out novel Chapter 616

Lily squeezed her way to the crib with her daughter in her arms.

Her little girl was Seraphina Holloway, affectionately called Sera.

The two babies were placed side by side.

Sera was already over four months old; her features had filled out nicely, her complexion radiant, and her round eyes darting everywhere.

Logan, on the other hand, was only half a day old, a tiny, wrinkled little ball curled up in his swaddle with his eyes shut tight.

Sera tilted her head, studying Logan for a good long while.

She reached her little hand out, her fingertips brushing against the back of his hand.

Logan's tiny fingers twitched, opening and closing as if trying to grab onto something.

Sera pushed her hand a little closer, gently poking his palm this time.

Miraculously, Logan's tiny fist curled around it, failing to get a good grip before releasing again.

Sera beamed with delight, waving her arms and babbling happily.

The adults burst into laughter at the adorable sight of the two infants.

Silas and Felicia stood off to the side.

"These two definitely have a connection."

The group chatted for a little while longer.

Maeve eventually took charge.

"Sienna has been through the wringer today, let's leave her to get some proper rest."

Lily picked up Sera and leaned in to whisper in Sienna's ear.

"Your mother-in-law really dotes on you. We'll head out for now and come back to visit in a few days."

Sienna smiled and gave a gentle nod.

Finn cast a loving glance at Sienna before stepping out to walk everyone to the door.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for the baby's one-month milestone celebration.

The Solstice Grand Hotel was packed with distinguished guests.

The VIP lounge on the second floor was decorated in a warm, inviting theme.

The crib was placed right in the center, where Logan lay dressed in a light blue onesie picked out by Maeve. His features had smoothed out considerably since birth, and his dark, bright eyes tracked everything around him as if trying to memorize the faces.

Felicia arrived with York, and Maya tagged along, her hair tied into two cute little buns.

Seeing Sienna, Maya felt just as close to her as ever.

York was five years old now, having hit a bit of a growth spurt, and he leaned over the edge of the crib to peek inside.

Maya shuffled closer, completing the circle of three kids.

York was the first to speak up.

"Why are his hands so tiny?"

Maya put on her best grown-up tone.

"When you were that little, your hands were just as tiny. It's totally normal."