Chapter 13 - THE TINY MIRACLE
The recovery room was quiet, filled only with the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor.
Chloe was propped up against the pillows, her face pale, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. But as Marcus walked in, her face broke into the most beautiful, radiant smile he had ever seen.
Resting against her chest, wrapped tightly in a soft pink blanket, was a tiny, perfect, breathing miracle.
"Marcus," Chloe whispered, tears spilling over her cheeks. "Look at her."
Marcus dropped to his knees beside the hospital bed. He reached out with a trembling finger, gently stroking the baby’s impossibly soft cheek. The little girl let out a quiet, sleepy sigh.
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"She's perfect," Marcus wept, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to Chloe’s forehead. "You are so brave, my love. You saved her."
"We saved her," Chloe smiled, resting her head against his.
