Selene POV
I sat in the nursery, cradling my newborn son against my chest. His tiny, delicate form nestled perfectly in my arms as he suckled, his tiny fingers gripping my shirt with surprising strength for someone so small. His sisters, Maeve and Vina, were gathered around, their eyes wide with wonder.
"He's so tiny," Maeve whispered, her silver-blue eyes gleaming with amazement.
"Can I touch him, Mama?" Vina asked, her voice filled with awe. The older of the two, Vina always had a touch of confidence in her requests, but today, her voice was gentler, more tentative.
I smiled softly, nodding. "Of course, sweetheart. Just be gentle."
Vina reached out with a careful hand, her fingers grazing the soft cheek of the baby. A wide grin spread across her face. "He's so soft! Like a little cloud."