'Is everything all right?' Maaret asked.
Ajza nodded.
Maaret held the baby out to her. 'Maybe you should carry him.'
'You don't mind?'
'No. I would be pleased if you would do this.'
Tenderly Ajza took her nephew, gazed into his blue eyes that were the exact shade of Ilyas's and laughed despite the ache within her.
The baby laughed back and cooed. He reached for her and she held him tight. Then she took him into the shop to meet her parents. Things weren't going to be simple. Family never was.
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