Isla's POV:Alexander was warm against my chest and heavier than I'd expected for such a tiny person and his eyes were searching in the unfocused way of someone encountering light for the first time.I held him with both arms and looked at his small face and the feeling was not like anything I had a word for in my vocabulary.Not love in the way I'd understood love before with Callum or Rosie or even my mother, this was something older and more instinctive and so large it sat slightly outside the boundaries of language.It was protective and fierce and consuming in a way that felt like it had always existed somewhere deep inside me just waiting for this moment to emerge."He's perfect," I whispered and my voice was rough from crying and exhaustion.Callum was beside me laughing and crying at the same time and kissing my face and saying things I caught in pieces."You did it," he said. "You were so strong.""We have a son," I said still marveling at the reality of it."We have a son,"
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