The world slowed down for Cassie and Damon after Hope’s birth.
The busy city, the clamor of deals, the endless meetings all of it faded into the background. Their days were now measured in feedings, diaper changes, tiny coos, and sleepy smiles. Their nights, once filled with glittering galas and power plays, were now quiet moments spent rocking Hope back to sleep.
Cassie sat in the nursery one afternoon, the soft pastel walls glowing in the gentle light. Hope dozed against her chest, her tiny fist curled around one of Cassie’s fingers.
Damon entered quietly, a warm smile on his face as he crossed the room.
“How’s my two favorite girls?” he whispered, crouching down beside the rocking chair.
Cassie looked up at him, her heart feeling too big for her chest. “Perfect. She’s perfect.”
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