Drake POV:
After Leila finally drifted into a restless nap, I found myself drawn to, the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit—where my son lay. There he was, eyes wide open, gazing at the ceiling as if there was magic in every shadow, every tiny shift of light. He broke into a quiet smile, a smile with no teeth, just that soft, bare gum. Something so small, so fragile, yet he found joy in nothing at all. My heart twisted, torn between swelling with pride for this tiny miracle and shattering at the thought of him… alone.
