DEXTER’S POV
In the hushed seclusion of my private chambers, a world away from the clamor of the outside, I found myself enveloped in a profound and extraordinary connection with my newborn son.
The air hung heavy, as if charged with an ethereal energy, and the room seemed to vibrate with a subtle hum of anticipation. There, cradled tenderly in my arms, was the fruit of my union with Olivia, a child so innocent and pure that his very presence stirred the depths of my soul.
His eyes, wide with wonder, met mine in a gaze that transcended mere infancy. It was as if he possessed an innate knowledge, a silent understanding that surpassed the boundaries of comprehension.
In the depths of his irises, I glimpsed a reflection of my own essence, as if he had been born with an intuitive underst
