Sleepless Night.
Cameron’s POV
I didn’t sleep long.
Maybe an hour. Maybe two.
It was the weight that woke me. Not a burden—but the gentle, indescribable gravity of something small and powerful resting against my chest. A heartbeat. A breath. A warmth so deep it could have only come from him.
My son.
He lay curled against me, swaddled in soft white, his tiny face pressed to the hollow of my shoulder like he belonged there. As if he’d always known me, long before he ever opened his eyes.
I didn’t know I could love anything this way.
Not like this.
Not with this sharp, aching clarity.
I held him closer.
My hands had done terrible things in the past—signed contracts that destroyed lives held weapons, built walls around my heart, and held Diana only to push her away again.
But now…
