"Nevaeh, stop moving." The girl's mother said, her hand becoming still at the head tilt. "You're going to mess up your make-up."

"It tickles." Nevaeh murmured, her gaze fixed on Emery who had Noel in her lap, a red lipstick mark left on his cheek that matched Emery's smiling lips.

"It's soooo pretty," Emery assured, watching Savina paint elaborate designs on Nevaeh's face that resembled a butterfly.

"Okay, I'm ready." A new voice entered the room and the three women looked up to see Quill, dressed as the green Power Ranger. "Dun-da-da-duh!"

A fearful look flashed before Baby Noel's face.