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Ana watched her daughter carefully. Her face was pressed against the wooden bars of the baby's crib. Her cheeks smushed against them and her dark eyes wide with curiosity.
"Her name is Brigitte." Torbjörn said puffing out his chest. He stood on the other side of the crib, smiling broadly down at the two children. Reinhardt was crouched next to him, poking his fingers through the bars and wiggling them gleefully, trying to entertain the baby.
"Hi, Brigitte." Fareeha said slowly. She was only 3 then. Full of more curiosity and wonder for the world around her than Ana ever remembered having.
"So the paperwork is all through then?" Ana asked watching the two children. "She's officially your daughter?"
Torbjörn's smile shone through his beard like the sun, his eyes a little watery.
"She is!"
"And I assume you've already sworn fealty to her safety Reinhardt? Just like Fareeha?"
Reinhardt looked up, his own eyes large and shining with pride.
"Oh course!"
Torbjörn nudged him, and Reinhardt immediately clapped his hands over his mouth.
"Sorry." he whispered.
"He's just excited for you." Ana continued. "So am I."
Fareeha was still peering at Brigitte, standing on her tiptoes to get a better look. Brigitte for the most part was transfixed on the mobile above her bed, blinking slowly as she looked from spinning rocket ship to planet to star.
"I’m sure Fareeha is excited to have a new playmate, aren’t you habibti?"
She nodded, not taking her face off the infant.
"Can I say hi to her?"
"You did just a moment ago." Torbjörn chuckled.
She pouted, straining to stand on her tiptoes again.
"I think she wants in the crib."
Fareeha nodded, finally turning to look at her mother. Ana looked at Torbjörn, raising an eyebrow.
"Sure." he said slowly. "But, uh, be careful."
She knelt down and picked Fareeha up into her arms.
"Oh course. You’ll be especially careful, won’t you Fareeha?”
Her daughter nodded as a small smile broke through her
“I'm going to place you in there alright? But you have to be extra careful and extra delicate. Remember Brigitte is just a baby."
Fareeha nodded again, scrunching up her face in focus.
Ana lifted her over the crib walls, past the sensors and monitors Torbjörn had built into it, and gently sat her daughter next to Brigitte. Brigitte was undisturbed by the new guest, only reaching out to feel at Fareeha knees as she crossed her legs. The two remained quiet, studying each other.
"I’m Fareeha." Fareeha said waving at her.
Reinhardt, still crouched by the crib, smiled at the two of them, his eyes starting to tear up.
"Camera camera camera!" Torbjörn hissed pushing at Ana's arm. But she was already fumbling for it herself.