(Livia’s POV)The hospital room has become our small universe by the afternoon of the second day.Sunlight slants through the half-closed blinds in warm golden bars across the bed, catching dust motes that drift lazily in the air.The monitors beep in a soft, steady rhythm, my heartbeat, Sandra’s heartbeat, the quiet pulse of life continuing. The scent of baby lotion mingles with the faint antiseptic smell that still clings to everything, and the bouquet of white roses Alexander brought this morning sits on the windowsill, petals perfect and fresh, their fragrance soft but insistent.Sandra is asleep in the bassinet beside me now, tiny fists curled near her face, mouth open in that perfect newborn O, breathing in those little puffs that I could listen to forever.Her dark hair has fluffed up slightly, soft waves catching the light, and her cheeks are flushed pink from nursing. She’s wearing the tiniest hospital hat, white with a single rose embroidered on the brim, someone in the nurs
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