Feisty Grace

As I stayed in his arms, breathing in his faint fragrance and warmth until a soft coo of a baby interrupted the silence.

“It’s Amelia!” Navy gasped, excitement bubbling in his voice.

“Wait, you called her Amelia?” I exclaimed, surprised.

“Well, I figured she could have two names.”

A soft chuckle escaped my lips as I stepped out of his arms.

“I’d love that…”

Navy nodded, cupping my face in his hands.

“I’ll take care of her, you go to the dining.”

Taking a deep breath, I made my way back to the dining room, where mamañ and Grace were still seated, their conversation paused as I stepped in. Grace’s appearance was nothing like mamañ’s, and the more I studied her features, I was more convinced that she wasn’t Andre’s daughter.

“Mamañ, Grace,” I began, my voice steady, despite the turmoil within, “let’s talk,”

Mamañ raised her gaze to me, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

“Where have you been?” I asked, my voice demanding nothing but the truth.

“Here and there…” Mamañ replied, dartin