Chapter 15

Irene settled into the inpatient room, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of exhaustion and contentment. The room was cozy, with soft pastel colors adorning the walls and a large window that let in a gentle stream of sunlight. The bed was comfortable, and as she lay there, she could already feel the weight of the day's events catching up to her.

"How are you feeling, dear?" Magdalena asked with a gentle smile, her hands adjusting the pillows behind Irene to make her more comfortable.

Irene offered a tired but genuine smile in return. "Tired, but... overwhelmed with happiness."

Magdalena's touch was soothing as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from Irene's forehead. "You've done something incredible today, Irene. You've brought a beautiful life into this world."

Irene's gaze shifted to Noah, who was nestled in her arms, his tiny fingers wrapping around her own. "He's perfect," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.

"Irene," Magdalena began one evening, her voice gentle.