She really liked receiving the presents from him. She lined up the rocks on a shelf and pressed the flowers to make bookmarks. She hadn't connected them to him, not yet, but she'd love each and every little treasure.

She stands up again, cradling a fussy bundle. It wiggles in her arms, not exactly crying but definitely making tiny grunt-like noises. "Shh, shh, shh. It's okay. Mama's here." She soothes.