CHAPTER 66
Ranae
Everything swirls around me like I'm underwater. People move in and out of view. Lights shine too bright, hurting my eyes.
I feel strange, like I'm watching my own life from far away. Nothing seems real except Armani's hand holding mine—warm, solid, anchoring me to the world.
Then I hear it—a tiny cry cutting through the haze. Sharp and new. My baby. Our baby.
"Wait—" My voice comes out weak as I try to sit up. "Where is he? I need my baby!"
Armani leans in close, his fingers tightening around mine. "It's okay," he whispers, his breath warm against my face. "He's fine, Rena. They're just cleaning him up." He gently pushes me back down. "Rest, little owl. You'll have him in your arms soon, I promise."
I let him guide me back, but my heart races. I need to see my son,
