Saint:
An hour had passed in what felt like mere moments, the quiet serenity of holding my daughter was interrupted gently by a soft knock at the door. The nurse entered quietly, her expression kind and reassuring as she approached.
"I'm just going to take her to the nursery for a bath and check-up," she explained kindly, holding her arms out carefully for my little girl.
I nodded silently, reluctantly releasing the warm weight of my daughter into her capable hands. My chest tightened painfully as I watched them leave, feeling suddenly empty and exposed without her nestled against me. I yanked up my shirt and slid it on. The quiet settled around me once more, heavier now, amplifying the ache that throbbed deep within my heart.
Minutes later, the door swung open again, and my breath cau
