Gabriel adjusted the straps of the baby carrier, ensuring Noah's head was properly supported. He placed a large hand against the back of the pup's head, gently guiding him to rest comfortably against his chest.
"Where are you going?" Amelie asked as she entered the room, having just seen off her parents and Flora.
"I thought I'd take Noah out for a while. He's been acting strange since this morning, looking too quiet," Gabriel noted, looking down at the tuft of hair peeking out from the carrier.
"Noah gets such odd mood swings," Amelie murmured, reaching out to stroke her son's head. She let out a soft sigh, her shoulders dropping. "I'm a bit tired, Gabriel. I think you and Noah will have to go out without me."
