Izan carefully took the baby back, cradling him with practiced ease. "He might be eager, but this little one needs to rest after all the excitement of being born."
The former emperor chuckled and turned his attention to the baby still at Elian's chest. "And this little one... she's already got her dada wrapped around her finger, doesn't she?"
Elian laughed softly. "She hasn't even opened her eyes properly yet, and I'm already hers."
The warmth in the room was palpable as the three men shared a moment of quiet joy. The former emperor rested a hand on Izan's shoulder, his voice gentle. "I'm proud of you, son. Of both of you. You've built something beautiful together."
Izan's expression softened, and he placed his free hand over his father's. "Thank you, Father. That means a lot."