Four more months passed.
By now, Damon and Svetlana had adjusted to their new roles as parents, and they were good at it.
They moved with instinct now, knowing how to calm Ava when she cried, how to read the signs before she needed something. It didn't mean they weren't exhausted at times, but they had found rhythm.
Ava was growing strong and healthy. She had already started holding her head up better and reacting to voices.
She would reach for faces, flash toothless grins when she recognized someone, and occasionally babble when excited.
It wasn't talking, but it was somethin, little sounds that made Damon stop whatever he was doing and look over.
He couldn't believe how fast she was growing.
Svetlana had recovered well and was more energetic now. She was still careful, still taking it slow with heavy movement, but she felt like herself again.
