Ethan sat cross-legged on the floor, a frown creasing his brow as he glanced at the bassinet where his new baby sister lay sleeping. The room was filled with a sense of tranquility, yet he felt a storm of emotions inside him. "I don't know how to be a big brother," he muttered under his breath.
Lucy stirred, her tiny fingers curling around the edge of her blanket. Ethan cautiously approached the crib, peering over the edge with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "Hi, Lucy," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. He watched as her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, their gazes met.
Ethan cradled Lucy in his arms, feeling the weight and warmth of her small body. The world seemed to quiet down, focusing on this new bond forming between them. "I guess you're not so bad," he murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips as Lucy gurgled contentedly in response.
Ethan stood on a stool, helping his mom stir a pot of soup. Mom, a kind woman with a gentle smile, glanced over at him. "Being a big brother means lots of things, Ethan," she explained. "Like what?" he asked, his interest piqued. "It means being there for Lucy, sharing, caring, and sometimes even being her hero," she replied, ruffling his hair affectionately.
Ethan lay awake, listening to the quiet sounds of the night. He glanced over at the crib where Lucy slept peacefully. "I can do this," he reassured himself, feeling a newfound confidence swell within him. The promise of many shared moments stretched ahead, and he felt ready to embrace them.
Ethan sat with Lucy on a blanket spread out on the floor, surrounded by toys. He watched her with growing affection as she giggled at the jingling of a rattle. "You know, being your big brother might just be the best thing ever," he said, his heart full of warmth as Lucy gazed up at him with bright, trusting eyes.
