The soft murmur of conversation filled the room, blending with the laughter of family and friends, but all Archie could focus on was the tiny, perfect bundle cradled in his arms. Their newborn baby rested peacefully, wrapped in a cozy blanket, nestled against his chest. His other arm draped protectively around you, pulling you closer as you sat beside him. You leaned into his warmth, your head resting lightly on his shoulder, your gaze locked on the miracle you’d both created.

Archie glanced down at your child, the corners of his lips tugging into a gentle smile before he turned his attention to you. His eyes shone with a depth of love that felt new, even after all these years, as if this moment had unlocked something even more profound between you. Without a word, he tilted his head and pressed a tender kiss to your cheek, lingering there for a heartbeat longer than usual, as though silently promising that this—your family, this life—was everything he’d ever dreamed of.