Hearing her voice, a subtle smile appeared on Robert Thomson's lips, like vibrant spring light: "You're awake."
"Mhm." Emma Smith nodded, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the little one in his arms.
Robert immediately walked over with the child and sat down by her side, carefully placing the baby in her embrace.
Having had experience with Tommy before, Emma was much more proficient at holding a baby than Robert. He also took the chance to raise the bed and stuffed some pillows behind her so she could lean against the headboard while holding the child.
"Emma, this is our child. Our little princess."
His arm wrapped around her neck, pulling both mother and daughter into his embrace. The tiny, soft bundle in their arms filled the air with the sweet scent of baby's milk. Emma's back lay against his firm chest, and a feeling of joy born from the weight of life and the security of reliance washed over her heart.
