The hospital room was wrapped in a hush so soft that even the steady beeping of the monitor seemed distant. Pale sunlight filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow over Delia’s face as she gazed down at the tiny bundle in her arms. Her daughter’s breathing was slow, rhythmic, perfect — each sigh a reminder that everything she had endured had finally led her here.
Mandy stood near the foot of the bed, tears in her eyes as she took in the sight of her daughter holding her newborn. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice trembling with awe. “Absolutely beautiful, Delia.”
Delia looked up, exhaustion etched into her features, but her eyes shone with quiet joy. “She’s everything I didn’t know I needed,” she murmured. “She makes all of it worth it.”
Mandy smiled, brushing a hand gen
