Orion's POV
The night had grown late, and yet Owen—our ever-curious little boy—was nowhere near ready to sleep. After his last feeding, he was still bright-eyed, squirming in Amanda’s arms as he eagerly gnawed on his tiny fist. We had dimmed the lights, hoping to create a calm atmosphere, but he was far too captivated by the shadows on the walls and the flickering flame of a nearby candle. I couldn’t help but smile.
Amanda leaned into me, her head resting gently on my shoulder while she cradled Owen against her chest. I wrapped an arm around her, breathing in the soft scent of her shampoo mixed with that unmistakable baby smell that seemed to cling to Owen wherever he went.
“He’s wide awake,” Amanda whispered with a quiet chuckle. “Looks like someone’s not ready to say goodnight.”
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