The early morning light sneaks through the half-closed blinds, casting a soft glow on the simple bedroom. The silence is thick, save for the occasional coo of the five-month-old baby in the crib. Rip Wheeler, a man with the quiet strength of a seasoned cowboy, stirs gently next to his sleeping wife, careful not to wake her. His eyes trace the lines of her peaceful face, etched with the beauty of hard work and motherhood. He's a man of few words, but his love for her is as vast as the Yellowstone ranch he's sworn to protect.

Bryson, their little bundle of joy, stirs in his sleep, his tiny fists clenching and unclenching against the soft fabric of his blanket. Rip's gaze shifts to him, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He watches as the baby's chest rises and falls with the steady rhythm of innocence. The weight of the world feels lighter in this room, the troubles of the ranch and his role as the Dutton family's fixer fading into the background. The only thing that matters here is the warmth of their little family.