The morning sun streamed softly through the curtains as Cynthia sat upright in the hospital bed, cradling her newborn daughter. Her skin was pale, and her eyes held both exhaustion and awe. The past few days had been a blur of pain, fear, and miracles. She looked down at the baby wrapped snugly in a white blanket, her tiny fingers curling around one of Cynthia’s. Her heart swelled with a depth of emotion she never knew existed.

Mike stood at her side, unable to take his eyes off them. Every moment since the chaotic reception had carved itself into his soul, but this one—seeing the two people he loved most...