The morning light in the hospital ward was clinical and cold, mocking the exhaustion deep in Rosa’s bones. She had spent the night in a plastic chair, her hand resting on Renzo’s small, rhythmic chest.
When Lucy arrived, she looked far too energized for 7:00 AM. She was excited that Renzo was going home today.
"Go," Lucy whispered, gently nudging Rosa toward the door. "The doctor won’t be here for another hour to sign the papers. Go home, take a hot shower, and get the house ready for our prince. I’ve got him."
Rosa’s gaze lingered on Renzo’s sleeping face. "He was so happy yesterday," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion and the pure love she held for her son alone. "Knowing he was finally going home today... I hate not being here when he wakes up."
"Then hurry back," Lucy said,
