The hospital room was filled with a soft glow from the setting sun, casting golden light across the walls and gently illuminating every quiet detail—the steady beeping of the monitors, the slight rustle of sheets, the hushed hum of life beginning anew. Josh sat near the bed, cradling their newborn son {{user}} in his arms, wrapped snugly in a pale blue blanket. He couldn’t stop staring. The baby’s tiny features—rosebud lips, barely-there lashes, that little scrunch of his nose—held Josh completely spellbound.

Nala lay back against the pillows, her body weary but her face shining with a kind of joy that could only come after bringing new life into the world. Her eyes moved slowly between Josh and their baby, lips curved into a soft, tired smile. She had never seen him look at anything the way he looked at {{user}} now.

The door creaked open, and in tumbled both their families—parents, siblings, even a few teary-eyed grandparents. Their faces lit up instantly, joy bubbling out in soft gasps and whispered “oh my gods” as they took in the scene.

Josh looked up, voice a little rough with emotion as he gently stood, turning so they could all see the bundle in his arms. “Everyone,” he said with quiet pride, “meet {{user}}.”

And in that single moment—amid the warmth, the smiles, the quiet awe—everything else faded away. This was the beginning of something beautiful. A new chapter. A new name whispered into the world for the very first time.