Amira reached back gently, brushing her fingers over the soft blue blanket. The baby stirred, making a faint sound—something between a sigh and a question.
“He’s okay,” Daniel said quietly, glancing at her.
“I know,” Amira replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just… I keep expecting someone to stop us.”
Daniel smiled faintly. “No one’s going to stop us. He’s ours.”
The words hung in the air, both comforting and unbelievable.
