It was a rainy early morning, and the soft moonlight filtered through the curtains. The sound of rain hitting the window filled the room with a calm melody. Spencer Cassadine opened his eyes as he heard the soft cry of his baby. He looked at his wife, who was sleeping soundly beside him, her face serene. He didn't want to wake her; he knew how tired she was.

With his heart still heavy with exhaustion, he got out of bed, his steps silent on the carpet as he made his way to his son's room. As he entered, a soft nightlight illuminated the small body stirring in the crib. The crying ceased slightly as Spencer tenderly picked him up, cradling him in his arms.

The warmth of the baby against his chest filled him with unexpected peace. Spencer sat in the rocking chair by the window, where he could watch the raindrops run down the glass, forming small rivers that joined together. As he rocked he son, he whispered softly to him, calm words that soon calmed his sobs completely.