120 Chapter 120

Seraphina’s POV 1

The soft morning light filtered through the hospital window as I adjusted our daughter in my arms, still marveling at how perfect she was. Her tiny fingers were curled into little fists, and her breathing was so peaceful it made my chest ache with love.

“Mama!” Adrian’s excited voice preceded him through the door as he burst into the room, practically

vibrating with energy. “Is she awake? Can I see her again?”

“Shh, sweetheart,” I whispered, smiling at his enthusiasm. “She’s sleeping, but you can come look.”

Adrian climbed onto the chair beside my bed with the careful precision of a child who’d been repeatedly reminded to be gentle. His silver-blue eyes-so much like Damien’s-went wide with wonder as he peered at

his baby sister.

“She’s so tiny,” he breathed, reaching out one finger to gently touch her hand. “Look! She’s holding onto me!”

My heart melted as our daughter’s fingers instinctively wrapped around Adrian’s finger. The sight of my

children together, this perfect moment of sibling connection, made tears spring to my eyes.

“She knows you’re her big brother,” I told him softly.

“What’s her name gonna be?” Adrian asked, his voice hushed with reverence. “Daddy said you haven’t picked

one yet.”

“We’re still deciding,” I admitted. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Oh.” Adrian looked confused but suggested immediately. “How about… Lily? Or Rose? I like flower names.”

“Lily,” I repeated, looking down at our daughter’s peaceful face. “I like that. What do you think, little one? Do

you like the name Lily?”

As if responding to my voice, the baby made a soft cooing sound that made both Adrian and me smile.

“She likes it!” Adrian declared triumphantly. “Hi, Lily. I’m your big brother Adrian.”

The door opened, and Damien entered carrying a cup of coffee and what looked like discharge papers. He

looked better than he had in months-there was actually color in his face, and the tension around his eyes

had eased.

“How are my girls this morning?” he asked, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead before settling into the

chair on the other side of the bed.

“Adrian thinks we should name her Lily,” I told him.

stroke our daughter’s dark hair. “Lily Nightshadow. I

it.”

I said, smiling despite the ache in

bubble of new family bliss. Adrian chattered about all the things he wanted to show Lily when she got bigger.

memorize every detail

Adrian said something that shattered the illusion

said, his small face scrunched up in

blood turned to ice. “What do you

like… like warm cookies and flowers and

he tried to find the words. “But now you just smell like… like nothing special. And

when

I could focus on was the innocent confusion on my son’s face as he tried

felt wrong to him.

Adrian,” I whispered, my voice

scrambling closer to give me a careful

That one word summed up everything I’d lost, everything I’d

fundamental was missing

you go find Uncle Lucas?

soon.”

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off the chair, apparently unaware of the emotional

about Lily’s

he was gone, the silence in the room became

“Sera-” Damien started.

I said quietly, not looking at him.

right now. Couldn’t handle being reminded again of everything I’d lost. If a five- year-old could sense it, what did that mean for everyone

life outside the hospital walls.

was over the moon about being a big brother,

from diaper changes to

Ophelia said, practically dragging me toward the front

sunshine,

fine staying in,” I protested, adjusting Lily in her carrier. “She’s still so little,

you’re going stir-crazy,” Ophelia interrupted firmly. “We’re just going to

needs more clothes, and you know Damien

right, of course. Damien had tried his best, but his

We needed simple, comfortable things that

reality of

was pleasant enough. Ophelia chattered

of crying infants and frazzled parents trying

I found myself relaxing slightly as we browsed through the

set of pink onesies covered

an alpha’s

items-soft cotton sleepers, burp cloths, tiny

things. For a few minutes, I could almost pretend I was just like

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