"Noah, did you miss me?" Mabel asked gently, cradling Noah in her arms and fixing the woolen cap on his head.
"Mother, you're getting troubled looking after him, are you?" Amelie asked, keeping Noah's warm clothes to one side of the cupboard.
"Not at all. Why would I be troubled? Noah is my grandson too," Mabel stated warmly. "He actively uses his arms and legs. I've called the doctor to check both you and Noah later this morning. Since you haven't eaten anything yet, your blood samples will be taken before you eat."
"That's so thoughtful of you, Mother," Amelie said, appreciating the immediate care. "I wonder where did Gabriel go? He should be here by now. I asked him last night to see you and Father once, but he was too tired then."
"That's why we didn't disturb you both either," Mabel stated, understanding their need for rest after the stressful journey.
