Hearing the baby's gender, Elena couldn't help but think of Ethan's hopeful wish for a little girl.
She felt a slight pang of pity for him, knowing how much he had hoped for a little princess.
But fate had blessed them with a prince instead—a cute little prince.
Still, she knew he would love this tiny crybaby with all his heart.
She let out a long breath, relief pouring through her as she realized—her son was finally here, safe in her arms' reach.
Soon, her eyelids grew heavy again, but she fought the drowsiness to get a glimpse of her baby.
Meanwhile, Grandma Ford struggled to calm the newborn.
No matter how gently she rocked or soothed him, the baby only cried louder, his tiny face scrunching up in distress—as if searching desperately for someone familiar.
Elena's heart tightened at the sound and quickly called out.
"Let me see my baby, Grandma," she said softly, shifting herself up despite the exhaustion.
