As the night deepened, the Castillo mansion was quiet, save for the faint sounds of the wind rustling through the trees outside. Alejandro sat in the living room, holding Alejandra in his arms, unable to take his eyes off her. She had her mother's delicate features but bore a striking resemblance to him in her blue, expressive eyes. Every time she moved her tiny fingers or let out a soft sigh, his heart swelled with an emotion he hadn't known he was capable of.
Diana entered the room quietly, her steps hesitant. She had changed into a simple dress, her hair loosely falling around her shoulders. Seeing Alejandro holding their daughter filled her with a mix of emotions...relief, love, and the faintest hint of fear for what the future held.
"Couldn't sleep?" she asked softly, walking closer.
