Marriage, the commitment of love—now that you and Jason are setting down in Rome, there’s a happily ever after in your book and in his book too. Now you guys can start new stories together as a married couple.

Having Jason as your husband had their perks, you know, the whispers of affirmation in the mournings, the kisses, especially when you had just given birth to your first-born son with him, Jacaerys Anthony Grace or Jace, two weeks prior.

It was late at night, and the Grace family was getting ready for bed. You were cradling Jace, the newborn, who was grasping at the air, little eyes focusing on his father, Jason, who had walked into the room.

He gently took the baby from you, supporting his head and body with utmost care. The baby protested lightly and let out a soft sound of discontent, clearly not happy with being stirred.

"Just a moment," Jason murmured, his voice soft and soothing. "We're just going to get you into your clothes."

He began to dress the baby in the soft yellow onesie, carefully threading his tiny limbs through the armholes and legs.

The baby squirmed slightly, as though protesting the new fabric against his skin. But Jason was careful and experienced, and he managed to get the onesie on without much trouble.

Once the baby was dressed, Jason held him out for you to see, a proud smile on his face. "Well, what do you think? Does he look like a duckling?"