Isabellas giggle sounded warm and delighted through the house.
Jonathan, who had been in the kitchen cooking their dinner, smiled softly. He was happy his wife was smiling and giggling and generally happier again after her bout of postpartum depression.
Still he left the stove and went upstairs to look for the source of her merriment.
When he stepped into the bathroom Jonathan saw her kneeling beside the tub bathing baby Noemi.
She held the little one so carefully and adoration and love radiated from Isabella. Just like the merriment did.
Noemi moved in her arms and slipped away, making her mother giggle again.
»Noemi is slippery like an eel,« Isabella giggled all the while getting the baby back into her arms.
Noemi burbled and hummed like babies do and her gummy smile was catching.
Jonathan knelt down beside his wife and gently kissed her cheek, before trailing his fingers through the warm water.
He distracted the baby somewhat so Isabella could clean her up.
Their slippery little baby loved bath time and wanted to stay where she was, when it was time for her to get out of the water.
He had never seen a baby pout this strongly before but a wide smile showed on his face before he took a towel and held it out.
Isabella put Noemi into his arms, kissed his cheek and told him she would finish dinner if he would put Noemi to bed.
Jonathan nodded and a moment later he was alone with his daughter.
Carefully he dried her off, put a new diaper on her and clothed her in a soft pair of rompers.
Humming a soft lullaby he remembered from his own childhood he put her to bed.
He put on her night light and the baby monitor and left the room, leaving the door slightly ajar.
Once downstairs he kissed his wife tenderly.
»You did a mighty fine job carrying our baby girl. She is lovely and sweet. Just like her mom,« he whispered.
Isabella smiled shyly and curled against his side.