Morning light filtered through the half-open cream curtains, creating a soft silhouette inside the room. Cassandra Evelyn stood by the window, cradling a small baby to her chest as if the world outside no longer mattered. Her long hair fell in waves, while the simple dress that embraced her body emphasized a quiet grace—the grace of a mother who had just entered a new phase of her life.

And that little baby, still breathing short, hesitant breaths, was Elio the most silent yet life-changing gift.

A few weeks ago, the house had felt empty—except for the sound of the air conditioner and the echoing footsteps. But now, every morning she was awakened by a soft cry, a small hiccup, and warm breath against her shoulder.

Outside, a small brown bird perched on the balcony railing, its head slightly tilted, as if watching the mother and child.

“Elio, look,” Cassandra whispered in a voice as low as the wind. Her long, wavy hair fell down her back, swaying slightly as she moved closer to the glass. "The little bird is looking at us.”

The baby didn't really understand, but his hand moved slowly, as if wanting to touch the sound he heard. Cassandra smiled—a warm smile that only a mother can have.

Silently, one arm wrapped around Cassandra's waist, while the other gently touched Elio's back. Kai rested his chin on his wife's shoulder, moving closer as if wanting to merge with the moment, gazing out. The bird was still there, chirping softly, as if it had come specifically to be part of the family's morning.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with the warmth of the morning.

Not the bird.

But next. “You two.”