Amelia POV
I smiled as Vadim cooed and made silly faces at Diego. Our son was lying on his back, his little hands reaching for his father's nose. His purple eyes sparkled with curiosity and joy.
Diego was now a month old. He was growing fast and getting stronger every day. He had Vadim's black hair and my purple eyes, just like I had hoped.
Vadim was wearing a shirt with a duck on it, a gift from his mother. She had sent it along with some other clothes for the baby. I thought it was cute and funny.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Vadim said, tickling Diego's tummy. "Yes, you are. You're the best boy in the world."
Diego giggled and kicked his chubby little legs. Seemed he liked being called the best boy.
Tsuna trodded over and frowned. "I thought I was best boy, Papa."
I took a deep breath and picked him up, kissing his fluffy cheek. "You are, Ducky. You're our best big boy. Your little brother is our best baby boy."
