Raven's POVThe only sound in the healing quarters was the soft, rhythmic creak of the rocking chair and the tiny, snuffling sounds my son made as he nursed.He was so small, so impossibly light in my arms, a warm, breathing weight that anchored me to the world. In these quiet moments, the fear and the pain receded, leaving only a fierce, trembling wonder.The door opened with a soft click, and Logan stepped inside. He moved quietly these days, as if afraid to shatter the fragile peace of the room. His eyes found me in the dim lamplight, and the usual hard lines of his face softened.“He’s eating well,” he said, his voice a low rumble.I nodded, not looking up from the baby’s face. “He is. It’s all he does, really. Sleep and eat.”Logan came to stand beside the chair, looking down at us. He didn’t reach out to touch, but I could feel the warmth of him, a solid, steady presence. “Have you… have you thought of a name for him?” he asked after a moment.I shook my head, my thumb stroking t
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