Beatrix's response was a mixture of laughter and tears of joy. She extended her fingers to caress his hair. "It's okay," she assured him gently.
"Hey, look at our baby girl." With tenderness, she guided her hand beneath his chin, turning his gaze towards the delicate features of their child.
Damien complied, his eyes meeting the tiny wonder before him, tears continuing to stream.
"I never knew you'd be such a crybaby," Rhys teased from her side.
"Me neither," Damien admitted, his voice breaking as he wiped his eyes with his arm. "Thank you so much, man."
"Remember, it's not just me," Rhys reassured, offering a comforting pat on his shoulder. Damien nodded, acknowledging his words. With newfound resolve, he rose to his feet, carefully gathering the baby from Beatrix's embrace and carrying her towards the waiting group.
