Chapter 50 A New Baby

I held my newborn son close, feeling the weight of him in my arms.

The doctors had congratulated me, saying both Ava and the baby had made it through the emergency C-section, but Ava was still in a coma.

I looked down at him—he had her curly hair, her high cheekbones.

The resemblance was so strong that it tugged at something deep inside me. His tiny hand reached up, his fingers curling around mine as he tried to bring them to his mouth.

“Hey, little man,” I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. He squirmed, his small body wiggling in my grasp. There was a life in him, a spark that reminded me so much of Ava.

As I stood there, lost in the moment, I heard the sound of small footsteps approaching.

I turned just in time to see Tommy rush into the room, his face lit with curiosity and excitement. Behind him were his grandparents, giving me a nod as they let Tommy run ahead.

“Papa!” Tommy’s voice was full of energy as he reached me. His eyes were wide as he looked at the baby