"Hey, you little brat, how did the exams go this time?" Paige wiped the sweat off Ivy's face with a tender chuckle. "Spill the beans, how'd you do?"
"Top nine in my grade!" Ivy boasted, puffing up with pride.
"Wow, slacker mode on most days and still snagged ninth place? Not too shabby, kiddo!" Paige gave her a thumbs up with a grin.
Trista, plump and cuddly, leaned on Ivy’s shoulder, gazing over at Molly with big round eyes.
Molly hadn't spent much time with Trista.
It wasn't that she didn't like her. Babies were just so darn fragile, and Molly worried that she might accidentally break her with a clumsy move. But Trista seemed to really like Molly.d2
There she was, perched on Ivy’s shoulder, reaching out with her chubby little hands.
"Oh my, she wants a hug from Molly," Paige translated, glancing from her daughter to Molly.
Molly was at a loss for words. It was rare for her to feel so unsure of herself.
"I'm not exactly... gentle," she murmured.
"If you were too rough, she'd cry. Why not give it a try?" Paige coaxed with a smile.
Molly had shot up like a weed over the past year, almost tall enough to reach Paige's chin.
She hesitated, then carefully extended her arms.
Ivy was over the moon; she wanted the whole world to adore baby Trista and to love Molly just as much. If the two of them could get along, it would be the best thing in the world!
Babies were surprisingly squishy.
Molly held Trista so gently, she was afraid to breathe too hard, scared of hurting her.
Trista happily smeared Molly's face with drool.
Molly was stunned, but Paige just burst into laughter.
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