The days that followed were filled with warmth, quiet moments, and the kind of peace neither Elias nor Martina had ever truly known before. Their world, once defined by strategy and survival, had slowed, allowing them to embrace the life they had built.
Each morning, Martina woke to the gentle stirrings of Adrian in his crib. Some mornings, Elias was already awake, leaning against the nursery doorway, watching their son with that unreadable expression of his. Other times, he was still in bed, his arm draped possessively over her waist, reluctant to let go.
Adrian was growing stronger each day, his tiny hands grasping at their fingers, his soft coos filling the house. The staff adored him, but Elias rarely let anyone else hold him. Even in this new phase of their life, his protectiveness
