Elena collapsed back against the pillows, weeping with an exhaustion so complete it felt almost like peace, and watched through blurred vision as the nurses brought first her daughter, then, more carefully, her son, close enough for a single trembling moment of contact before the NICU team needed to take him for closer monitoring.“He has your stubbornness,” Elena murmured to Damian, echoing words spoken months earlier over an ultrasound screen, watching their son’s small furious face as the nurses prepared to move him.“I hope so,” Damian said, his voice thick with tears he made no attempt to hide. “I hope he fights exactly as hard as his mother did this year.”The next several hours passed in the particular blur of new parenthood layered over medical uncertainty. Elena resting, exhausted and aching, while Damian split his time between her bedside and the NICU window, watching their son’s small chest rise and fall with a devotion that had, over the course of one impossible year, bec
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