She lifted Niahm out of the bassinet and brought her closer like the proud mama she was. "This one is Niahm," she said, kissing the downy forehead. The baby wriggled happily, a plump little thing with the dark hair of her father and her mother's eyes. She placed her back and then lifted Harold out of his bassinet, then showed him off as well. He was smaller than his sister, but also had dark hair and eyes. "And this is Harold." He was looking up at his mother with that gaze that only babies could pull off, his little tongue working in his mouth and spit accumulating at the corners of his little mouth. She put him back too and traced a loving finger over his cheek.