Moment

The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of bags and the occasional creak of the floor. Arrow moved carefully, placing Emerald down in the small crib they had set up in the corner of the room. She barely stirred, her tiny fingers twitching in her sleep, her face relaxed in peaceful slumber.

Arrow stared down at her for a moment.

She looked so… small.

So fragile.

His fingers twitched at his sides, unsure of what to do. He had just spent hours holding her, carrying her, protecting her, and yet he still didn't know how to feel about her.

His daughter.

His experiment.

His mistake.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and turned away, pushing down the thoughts clawing at the edges of his mind.

Chase, across the room, was already busy unpacking everything they had bought.