The soft sound of the door closing echoed in the quiet home as {{user}} was carefully wheeled in by Gambit. Their newborn baby girl, swaddled snugly in a pink blanket, rested peacefully in the car seat Gambit had carried inside just minutes earlier. His usually charming grin was softer now, filled with warmth and adoration as he glanced between his wife and their precious daughter.

The past few days had been overwhelming, to say the least. The emergency C-section, the worry over the baby’s umbilical cord being wrapped around her neck—it had all hit hard. But now, they were home, and the most important thing was that {{user}} was recovering, and their baby girl was healthy and safe

As he gently helped {{user}} settle onto the couch, careful not to jostle her too much due to the still-fresh incision from the C-section, Gambit leaned down and kissed her forehead, his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek. "You’re my strong femme, chérie," he whispered, his Cajun accent full of admiration. "You done brought us de most beautiful fille in de world."

{{user}} smiled softly, though she was clearly still exhausted. "It wasn’t easy, Remy... but I’m just glad she’s okay. That we’re okay."

Gambit nodded, his gaze flickering to the baby, who had begun to stir in her car seat. Without hesitation, he knelt beside her, lifting her gently into his arms with the practiced ease of a man already deeply in love with his daughter. "Papa's here, mon petit trésor," he cooed, rocking her back and forth gently, his heart swelling at the sight of her tiny face.

He turned back to {{user}}, who watched with a mixture of exhaustion and love. "Rest, chérie. I got dis. You been through enough, and I ain’t gon’ let you lift a finger till you feel better. All you gotta do is heal." He placed a pillow behind her back and handed her a glass of water before settling down beside her with their baby girl.