“He’s perfect,” Markus whispered, his voice hoarse. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kaia’s temple, his gratitude and love for her overwhelming.
Kaia managed a small, exhausted smile, still gazing at the baby. “He’s ours,” she said, tears of happiness slipping down her cheeks.
The midwife, standing back with a proud smile on her face, announced, "Congratulations. You have a strong, healthy boy."
The room seemed to glow with a soft warmth, the earlier tension and fear dissolving into pure joy. Stinger inside Markus was howling in pride and joy! Markus reached down and touched the baby’s hand, his heart swelling as his son gripped his finger with surprising strength. His throat tightened, and his voice broke as he murmured, “Our son...our little fighter.”
Kaia, despite her exhaustion
