Morning came slowly, like it was afraid to interrupt something sacred.The hospital room was quiet except for the soft, steady sound of a baby breathing—new, fragile, and real in a way nothing else in the room could match. Ava sat slightly upright on the bed, hair messy, face tired in that deep kind of way only childbirth could cause, but her eyes… her eyes kept drifting to the small bundle in Liam’s arms like she couldn’t fully believe he was real.Liam stood near the window at first, holding the baby like it was something priceless and breakable at the same time. His arms were careful, too careful, like he was scared even breathing wrong might disturb this moment. He had always been controlled, always steady, but now there was something undone about him. Something softer. Something unguarded.Noah stood beside him, small fingers gripping Liam’s shirt like he needed permission just to be there. His eyes were wide, fixed on the baby like he was looking at
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