Chase eased the car to a stop in front of Arrow's sprawling mansion, the grand structure dark and imposing against the faint glow of the moonlight.
The iron gates had swung open moments earlier, the guards giving them a nod of recognition as they passed through. Cutting the engine, Chase glanced into the backseat, a soft smile tugging at his lips.
Arrow was still holding the baby. His golden eyes were locked on her tiny, peaceful face, his normally cold and unreadable expression softened into something Chase rarely saw—a quiet tenderness.
Arrow's arms cradled her securely, as though she were the most fragile thing in the world. He didn't even notice Chase staring until the doctor cleared his throat gently.
"We're here," Chase said, his voice soft.