“Belle,” Narcissa whispered, being careful not to wake the little girl bundled in blankets. “Meet your niece. Stormi Bella Never.”
The emphasis her little sister put on the middle name was unmistakable. Belle smiled. “Bella?”
“I know you don’t like your name, so I figured that you wouldn’t mind if someone else had it. I can change it if you want.”
“You don’t have to, Cissa. I love it.”
There was a small sound as the blankets shifted, the newborn waking. Narcissa shushed Stormi before she could start crying. “It’s okay, Storm. It’s just mama talking to your auntie.” Stormi cooed. “You wanna meet her?”
Narcissa carefully held the baby out to Belle, who took the small bundle carefully and pulled her close. She could see both parents in the little face staring up at her- Jonas’s warm brown skin and dark brown eyes, Cissa’s thick black hair and general face shape- and even a bit of herself. Like her, Stormi had the same large, strong nose. Not quite the same shape, but definitely different from Cissa’s button nose and Jonas’s broad one. Belle had always hated her nose, as it was one of the features she’d gotten from her father, but seeing it on Stormi? How could she hate any aspect of such a beautiful little face?
“Hello, Stormi.” She brushed away the tears beginning to blur her vision. “Welcome to the family. I’m so glad you’re part of it.”