"My baby, Mommy's good little girl."
"My daughter's little face is so beautiful."
Celeste Grant gazed at her daughter, her eyes filled with unconcealable adoration and love. She gently placed a hand beside the swaddled infant, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek against her daughter's hair. "Mommy's little sweetheart, so pretty, so cute. Kisses."
"Hehe." She glanced at Javier Sinclair and said, "She's so beautiful. You can tell she looks just like me. Of course she does, I gave birth to her."
All parents in the world think their children are perfect in every way, beautiful from any angle.
Javier Sinclair glanced at his daughter, then turned his gaze to Celeste Grant's face.
He nodded in agreement.
'Although our daughter was just born and her features haven't fully developed, you can definitely see that her eyes and brows look just like her mother's. The resemblance will surely be even clearer when she grows up.' Thinking this, he said aloud, "Her eyes and brows look like yours."
