Chapter 290: The Birth of Classic

(Skylar's POV – The Heir Arrives)

The world outside was roaring with celebration.

Fireworks painted the sky above the empire Chris had built, but inside Classic Castle, the only sound Skylar could focus on was her own ragged breathing.

The pain was unbearable—worse than she had imagined, worse than anything she had ever faced. But through the haze, through the agony, she felt his presence beside her.

Chris never let go of her hand.

"One more push, Your Grace!" the doctor urged.

Her entire body burned, but with a final, desperate cry, it happened.

And then—a new sound filled the room.

A baby's first cry. Sharp. Strong. Alive.

Skylar's head fell back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. The world blurred around her, but she could hear the urgency in the doctor's voice, the nurses moving quickly, the measured silence from Chris.

She forced her heavy eyelids open just in time to see the doctor turn toward them—holding their son.

Chris stepped forward first, his usually unreadable expression cracking just enough for Skylar to see it.

Shock. Relief. Something dangerously close to awe.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty," the doctor said, voice reverent. "Your son is healthy."

Chris reached out, and for the first time in his life, he hesitated.

The ruler of an empire. The architect of an unshakable dynasty. The man who held nations in the palm of his hand—now standing frozen at the sight of his own son.

Skylar's lips parted, her voice barely a whisper. "Chris… take him."

That was all it took.

Chris carefully, almost cautiously, accepted the small, wriggling bundle into his arms. The weight of his child—their heir—settled against his chest.

For a long moment, he just stared.

His son. His legacy. The future of the Blackwood reign.

The baby's tiny fingers twitched before curling against Chris's chest, gripping the fabric of his black suit.

Chris let out a slow breath, something deep and unreadable flashing in his gaze. Then—he turned to Skylar.

"His name," he said quietly. "Say it."

Skylar felt her heart clench.

There was only ever one name it could be.

"Classic," she whispered.

Chris's eyes darkened—not with anger, not with resistance, but with something else. Something final.

He looked down at his son, his heir.

"Classic Blackwood."

A name that would shake the world.