Zenna cradled their newborn daughter gently against her chest, her heart overflowing with love. She looked up at Radulf, her voice soft and full of wonder.
"What should we name our little girl?" she asked, brushing her fingertip across the baby's tiny cheek.
Radulf gazed at them both, his expression tender.
"What about Alina?" he suggested, his voice low and affectionate.
Zenna's eyes lit up, and a smile blossomed on her lips.
"Alina... It's a perfect name," she said warmly.
Radulf smiled and wrapped his arm around Zenna's shoulders, pulling her gently into his side. His hand rested over hers, both of them holding their daughter close between them.
"You need to breastfeed the baby too," Radulf said softly.
"I did earlier. Alina's sleeping now," Zenna replied, glancing down at Alina in her arms. She murmured in awe, "How can a baby be this small?"
