“I’m sorry… for the way we once fought over having a child. I still can’t forgive myself for that,” Arnav murmured, his voice low and weighed with guilt.
“Have you thought of a name yet?” Raellyn quickly interrupted, steering the conversation away. She didn’t want to let guilt shadow the happiness they finally held in their arms. This was their moment—a moment too precious to taint with the ghosts of the past.
Though she had cut him off, Arnav wasn’t offended. Instead, he smiled softly, easily understanding her reason. “You have the right to name him.”
“We’re his parents,” Raellyn replied, her voice a gentle whisper as she gazed at their baby. “We should name him together.”
“Don’t do that,” Arnav chuckled, his voice thick with warmth as his thumb brushed her cheek. “Don’t make me fall
