The little Chloe stirred in her swaddle.
Fair skin, those sharp phoenix eyes, a slim face with faint dimples-she looked just like Sebastian.
Every dad tends to spoil their little girl, and with Chloe staring at him with her big, dark eyes-eyes that already seemed to recognize him-it was game over for Sebastian. At barely a month old, she was already curious about the world, especially her dad.
He couldn't take his eyes off her. As he gently took her from Elaria's arms, he held her like she'd vanish if he blinked.
So soft. So tiny.
He lowered his head, brushing his cheek against hers. That subtle formula scent-something uniquely baby-filled his lungs, and somehow, it made him feel whole.
Tears welled up in his eyes. He barely stopped himself from losing it completely.
