(Julia)
I was still exhausted after giving birth to Tyla, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling that rush of excitement as I gazed at my daughter. I blinked rapidly to fight off the sleep threatening to take over, determined not to miss anything.
Logan held her, slowly walking around the room and whispering softly to her. I watched as he gently rocked her with such care that it melted my heart. She was wrapped in a soft blanket, while she looked so small in Logan's large arms.
As if sensing my eyes on him, he looked my way and sighed. He had been begging me to get some sleep, but I was too stubborn to even close my eyes for a couple of minutes. I knew he was disappointed and would chastise me if I didn't do as he said, but I couldn't tear my gaze away from them.
"Julia," Logan said,
