The room was calm and quiet when the nurses wheeled little Jackson out for his first bath and newborn checks. With a little time to themselves, Ronnie sat on the edge of the hospital bed, her body sore, her muscles aching from hours of labor. Mark was by her side immediately, helping her to her feet, his arm steady around her waist.
"Let me help you shower," he said softly.
Ronnie gave a tired smile, her voice dry but teasing. "You're about to see just how glamorous postpartum really is."
Mark chuckled, leaning down to kiss her temple. "You're still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen."
The bathroom filled with steam as Mark adjusted the water temperature. Ronnie stepped in, her body wincing slightly at the heat but sighing with relief as it began to soothe her muscles. Mark sat on
