Chapter 18 - Holding My Tiny Miraculous Son
“Would you like to hold him for a moment, sir? It helps with neonatal bonding,” the nurse asked gently, opening the side port.
My breath caught in my throat as I slid my hands inside the sterile gloves and carefully lifted the tiny infant into my arms.
He felt lighter than a feather, warm and fragile against my chest as he let out a soft, kitten-like squeak.
He curled his miniature fingers around my index finger with a grip that felt stronger than any corporate contract I had ever signed.
In that sacred moment, every ambition, every ruthless business deal, and every enemy I had ever fought became completely meaningless.
This tiny soul was my legacy, my redemption, and the living embodiment of the woman I refused to lose.
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“I’ve got you, son,” I promised quietly, pressing a gentle kiss against the soft blanket wrapped around his back.
The nurse smiled, wiping away a sympathetic tear before checking the digital monitors above the incubator.
