Chapter 60
Edwin’s Fatherhood
Months later.
The world seemed to move slower that morning the kind of morning that hummed with warmth and quiet blessings. The hospital air, usually so cold and clinical, felt charged with something softer. Edwin stood by the window, his sleeves rolled up, hair tousled, eyes glassy with awe as he stared at the bundle in his arms. His son.
Sera lay propped against the pillows, exhaustion melting into a sleepy smile as she watched Edwin sway gently, his voice hushed. “You were always meant to be more than a best friend,” Tiania murmured from the doorway, tears glinting in her eyes. The sight of him the man who once wrestled with doubt and loneliness, now holding a future, humbled her.
Henrick’s hand brushed her back, grounding her. His smile was small but sincere. “He looks terrified,” he whispered.
“Terrified and happy,” Tiania corrected softly. “It suits him.”
