Nora's POV
"I still can't believe we created this little miracle," I murmur to James, gazing down at baby Renata nestled against my chest. She sleeps peacefully, her tiny fingers curled into delicate fists. We're propped up together in our bed, finally alone in the quiet sanctuary of our bedroom. James had cut the umbilical cord himself and held our daughter while Coco tended to my recovery. After Renata was gently cleaned and swaddled, James changed her very first diaper, his large hands incredibly gentle with her fragile form.
Coco stepped out to give us these precious moments as a new family, though she'll return soon for another check-up.
"She's absolutely flawless," James says again, his voice thick with emotion. "Just like her incredible mother."
