CATHERINE’S POV:
In the dim glow of the night, Knox cradles Maxinne, her small form peaceful in slumber, as he lays her down on her bed. His touch is tender, as if any noise may shatter the tranquility that envelopes her. He brushes a lock of hair away from her forehead and presses a gentle kiss upon it.
I watch with a soft smile, my gaze reflecting the same adoration he feels for our daughter. Once he steps back, I also kiss Maxinne on her forehead. Together, we share a moment of quiet reverence before I wrap my arm around him.
Subsequently, we make our way out of Maxinne’s bedroom and quietly close the door.
"I can't believe it's finally over. I'm so relieved the judge ruled in your favor,” I say as we walk towards the master’s bedroom.
Knox nods, weariness and triumph etched upon h
