The little one always feels a special connection with him, and after a diaper change, she's in a good mood, flashing a small smile at him.
Fifteen looked at the baby's delicate, adorable face and sighed, "She seems to like you a lot?"
"Of course, otherwise how could she be my daughter?" Phoebe carefully cradled the little one in her arms, lowering her head to kiss her soft black hair, "Hold her for me, I'll warm up some milk for her."
Fifteen took the baby into her arms, and Phoebe went to prepare the milk.
Looking at the soft little cutie in her arms, Fifteen's expression turned gentle.
"This little one is just like a tiny angel. I wish she was my daughter."
"Alright, here comes the milk for the baby!" Phoebe came over with the warmed milk, "Come on, hand her to me."
Fifteen looked at the adorable little thing in her arms, reluctant to let go.
"Phoebe, can I feed her?"
