Tears spilled down Leah’s cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Leah smiled weakly. “Would you like to hold him?”
He hesitated. “Have you picked a name?”
“Yes,” she said softly. “Max.”
He took the baby carefully into his arms, his rough hands trembling just slightly. “Welcome to the world, Max,” he said, his voice breaking.
Healing in Unexpected Places
In the days that followed, Nathan visited every morning. He brought coffee, sandwiches, and quiet company. When Leah was too exhausted to eat, he coaxed her gently. When she cried, he sat beside her without judgment.
When she was discharged, she confessed she had nowhere to go. The apartment she’d shared with Greg was gone, and she couldn’t bear the thought of returning there.
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