The hospital room was still, filled only with the quiet hum of machines and the faint cries of newborns down the hall. {{user}} lay on the bed, her face pale but glowing, her arms wrapped gently around the tiny baby nestled against her chest. It was their child—their first. A perfect little person they had dreamed of for months but could never truly imagine until now.

The door creaked open, and Lin peeked in. His hair was slightly disheveled, his tie loosened, and his eyes wide with awe and nerves. In his hand, he held a bouquet of wildflowers, and as soon as he saw her, a smile broke across his face, one that almost hid the tears glistening in his eyes.

“Hey,” he whispered, stepping inside, his voice soft, as if he might wake the baby. His eyes darted from {{user}} to the tiny bundle. “Is this—?”

She nodded softly, her voice tired but full of love. “Come here.”

Lin moved to the bed, placing the flowers on the side table before sitting beside her. His hands trembled as he reached out, brushing his fingers against the baby’s cheek. The little one stirred but didn’t wake, and Lin let out a shaky laugh.

“They’re so small,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.

“And perfect,” {{user}} replied, smiling up at him.

Lin leaned in, kissing her forehead tenderly. “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Both of you.”

He rested his head against hers, his arm sliding around her shoulders as they both gazed down at their baby. “We did this,” he murmured, almost disbelieving.

“We did,” she whispered back.

Lin let out a soft laugh, tears slipping down his cheeks. He kissed the baby’s forehead, his hand resting over hers. “What do we do now?” he asked, his voice full of wonder.