Chapter 201 A New Beginning

Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, casting a golden hue over the room where Genevieve sat, her newborn son nestled in her arms. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face etched with both exhaustion and unparalleled joy. The infant, swaddled in a soft blue blanket, let out a contented sigh, his tiny fingers curling instinctively. Silas stood nearby, his usually stoic demeanor softened, eyes shimmering with unshed tears. He approached slowly, as if afraid to disturb the sacred tableau before him.