Six hours later, Penelope gave birth to a perfectly healthy baby boy, whom she named Oliver Thomas Albright.
When Daisy arrived at the hospital room after school, she walked inside slowly, still wearing her favorite yellow cardigan. Penelope sat propped up against soft pillows, exhausted but smiling brightly, holding tiny Oliver wrapped in a soft blue blanket against her chest.
Daisy stood near the edge of the bed with wide eyes. “Is my baby brother okay?”
“He is completely perfect, sweetheart,” Penelope answered softly. “Do you want to come hold your brother?”
Daisy climbed carefully onto the mattress, and Penelope gently shifted Oliver so the girl could see his face. The newborn opened his tiny mouth, let out a soft yawn, and drifted back to sleep.
“He is so tiny,” Daisy whispered in awe.
“You were just that tiny when I first held you,” Penelope reminded her with a warm smile.
