Aria's POV
I cradled the baby in my arms, gently rocking him as he made a small noise and curled his tiny fingers. A full head of soft white hair adorned his perfect little head, and I could hardly believe he was real. My eyes brimmed with tears—both of wonder and disbelief. He was breathtaking.
Mandy, still pale and weak from labor, looked over at me from her spot on the bed. Her hair was damp, her face flushed with exhaustion, but her smile radiates warmth and joy. Orion sits beside her, wipes sweat from her forehead and looks at Mandy with undeniable adoration.
"Owen," she whispered. "His name is Owen."
I looked down at the bundle in my arms. "Owen," I echoed softly. It suited him. His hazel eyes—just like Mandy’s—fluttered open for a moment before he yawned and shifted. Despite the
