DANTE'S POVI watched Camilla cradle Jasper in her arms, the softness on her face a sight to which I had seldom witnessed. My son, our son, had no idea about the antagonism surrounding him. He blinked up at the sterile white walls of the hospital; his tiny fingers curled and clutched at the edge of Camilla's shirt. It was a sight against which something twisted inside my chest, an emotion now so hard to avoid.The moment Luca saw Jasper, his frail body moved in the hospital bed, a light turning on in his eyes. The heart monitor beeping beside him evened out into a rhythm, reminding me that while he looked better, still he wasn't out of the woods just yet. But softening on his face, that rare gentleness overrunning the usual hardened expression, was worth us coming today."Look at him," Luca whispered, his arms reaching toward Camilla. "Bring him here."Camilla turned to me, a flicker of trepidation in her eyes, and I nodded. She handed Jasper over to Luca, who cuddled the baby with an
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