Baby Noel was getting quite big, but that didn't stop his adoring mum from lifting him up into her arms as they stood at a large glass window, staring in at rows and rows of hospital bassinets, most of them occupied by an adorable little face. But none of them, Nevaeh thought, were as beautiful as the one labeled 'Grey'.

Emery and Quill were resting, the nurse had told her when she returned with her son. Blonde curls bounced as the little boy shifted in his mum's arms, one finger pressed into the glass, pointing. "Quinten," Said Baby Noel, proudly.