Amelie was engrossed in writing in her journal when she suddenly sensed Gabriel's presence. Quickly, she slid the book quickly into the drawer just as he entered. She then moved toward the cradle and gazed down at Noah's sleeping form. She had breastfed him earlier, and the comfortable warmth had swiftly ushered him into a deep sleep.
"Noah called me Papa today," Gabriel said quietly, a profound pride in his voice.
"Really?" Amelie's eyes lit up, and she tilted her head to look at him, her attention completely captured.
"Yes. I was reading that for a few weeks he could only utter two or three words," Gabriel mused, stepping closer. His hand gently rested over Amelie's, which was still resting on the edge of the cradle, and his thumb began to softly caress the back of her hand.
"Gabriel, I was thinking that I should transform into my wolf," Amelie said, breaking the soft silence of the room.
"Into Selene?" Gabriel responded, arching an eyebrow, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
