Amelia’s POV
Mom led me to where Gran sat with nurse Ellie, Claire, and baby Alexander. Stefan’s daughter from his first marriage, Arielle, sat playing with Alexander. Tristan followed me and sat down beside Gran. He rested his head on her shoulder while she lovingly stroked his hair off his forehead.
“Why do you have such long locks, Tris? Cut it short,” said gran lovingly. Tristan groaned, removing her hand.
“C’mon gran, it looks good on me. I’ll look like a plucked turkey without it,” he protested, making me giggle. Arielle giggled too and jumped onto his lap.
“Uncle Twis,” she said, kissing his cheek. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too, sweetheart,” Tristan said, hugging her.
I cooed at Alexander, but he grabbed my hair with his grubby hands and gurgled happily. I put
