The first few days at home passed in a quiet, peaceful rhythm. Adrian adjusted easily to his new environment, sleeping soundly in his crib or nestled against Martina’s chest. The household staff moved seamlessly around them, ensuring they had everything they needed without intruding.
Elias, true to form, remained watchful. Even when he wasn’t holding Adrian, his gaze would drift toward the crib, as if silently confirming their son was safe.
One morning, Martina woke to the sound of soft cooing. She blinked sleepily before turning her head, spotting Elias standing by the crib. He was shirtless, his hair slightly tousled from sleep, holding Adrian carefully in his arms.
Martina smiled. “You’re getting good at that.”
Elias glanced at her, arching a brow. “At what?”
“Being a dad,” she sai
