Penelope's POV
"Without question, I'm the superior aunt," I announced with mock authority, waving a bright musical toy near Leo's inquisitive little face. "Just observe that expression! He's already devoted to me."
"Absolutely not," Felicity countered with genuine amusement, positioning herself beside the portable bassinet we'd arranged in the living area. "He was perfectly content with me until you arrived with that cacophonous contraption and startled him senseless."
Leo, completely oblivious to our theatrical rivalry, gazed with wonder at the spinning mobile Sebastian had installed above his sleeping space. His miniature fingers stretched toward the vibrant figures that danced softly in the afternoon breeze flowing through the open window.
"You're both being absurd," Maya observed, her laughter bright as she monitored our antics. "He's only eight weeks old. The sole thing that truly delights him is fresh diapers."
