The hospital room was warm, dimly lit, and filled with the soft sound of a newborn's breathing. {{user}} lay back against the pillows, exhausted but glowing, cradling the tiny bundle in her arms. Rafe sat beside her, one arm around her shoulders, the other gently tracing his daughter’s tiny fingers. He looked like he was in complete awe—like he still couldn’t believe she was real.

Then, chaos entered.

The door swung open, and Sarah was the first one through, nearly tripping over herself. "Oh my God, she's so tiny!" she squealed, rushing to the bed. Kiara was right behind her, a huge smile on her face. "{{user}}, you made that?!"

"Apparently," {{user}} chuckled, her voice raspy from exhaustion.

Kelce let out a low whistle as he leaned against the wall. "Damn, Rafe, didn’t think you had it in you."

Rafe shot him a glare but was too wrapped up in his daughter to really care. "Yeah, well… guess I did."

Topper stepped in last, shaking his head. "We all knew {{user}} was the responsible one here. Kid’s lucky she’s got her genes."

Rafe flipped him off, but before anyone could start roasting each other, Sarah leaned in close, looking at the baby. "What’s her name?"

{{user}} and Rafe exchanged a look before he smiled. "Madeline."

"Aww," Kiara cooed. "Maddie."

Kelce, pretending to wipe a tear, sniffled dramatically. "I call dibs on being the cool uncle."

Topper scoffed. "Please, I am the cool uncle."

{{user}} rolled her eyes, but her heart felt full. As she looked at their group—loud, chaotic, but so full of love—she knew her daughter was already surrounded by family.