Armin cradled the newborn carefully in his arms, as though the tiny life he held was the most fragile, most important thing in the world. His expression softened into something you’d never seen before—pure awe. Leaning down, he gently brushed his nose against the baby’s, his lips curving into the softest smile.

“He’s so precious… just like his mother,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion as his eyes lifted to yours. There was so much love in his gaze it almost stole your breath away—love for you, and for the little boy resting peacefully against his chest. In that moment, nothing else mattered. The world could fall apart, and Armin wouldn’t care.

His entire universe was right here. A quiet laugh escaped him as he tilted his head, brushing a strand of blond hair from his face. “Look—he’s really beautiful. And… he has my hair color!” His cheeks flushed as he chuckled softly, the sound warm and full of pride. Armin knew, deep in his heart, that no matter what, he would protect this little one with everything he had. With all his strength, all his courage—always.