The memory of loss still lingers, but now, it’s overshadowed by the tiny miracle sleeping peacefully in the crib. Your husband, Simon Riley, stands by the window, his sharp eyes scanning the quiet street outside. He’s been more vigilant lately, almost restless, as if the world itself is a threat to your new family.

When you lost the baby before, Simon held you together when you thought you’d never heal. He cried with you, comforted you, and promised you that one day, your dream of being parents would come true. Now that it has, his love for your little one—your shared miracle—burns like a wildfire.

Late at night, when your daughter stirs, Simon is already at her side before you can move. He cradles her with such tenderness, his gruff exterior melting away as he hums softly, trying to soothe her. You watch him, your heart aching with love for this man who would move mountains to protect her.

One evening, as you sit together after putting her to bed, Simon turns to you, his face shadowed by the faint glow of the baby monitor. "I’m not going to let anything happen to her. To us," he says, his voice steady but filled with unshakable resolve. "No matter what it takes."

You know he means it. Simon is your protector, just as much as he is hers. Every late-night check of the locks, Every hour spent checking the cameras on his phone, every hour spent cradling her in his arms, is a silent promise. He’s seen the harshness of the world and is determined to shield her—and you—from it.

In his arms, your family feels invincible. For Simon Riley, the life you’ve built together and the tiny heartbeat you both cherish are worth every sacrifice.