The Wrong Woman

"But I want to hold him," Mila whispered eagerly.

Nathan smiled warmly, gently transferring the baby into her arms. As he pulled away, his arm brushed against Mila's ample bust. It made his heart race. A faint blush tinted his cheeks. Their experience of intimacy had been confined to that one night a year ago, a memory that Nathan held dear.

Nathan observed Mila as she gazed down at the baby. Both of them showed deep affection in their eyes.

Upon returning home, after the family had admired the baby, the maternity nurse took him back to the room to tend to his needs.

Mila appeared captivated. She leaned over the baby crib and watched the baby sleep peacefully. His small size due to being born prematurely, tugged at her heartstrings.

After observing him for some time, the baby stirred awake, signaling hunger. The maternity nurse prepared a formula to feed him.

Once he had been fed and his diaper changed, he drifted off to sleep again.

Mila couldn't tear her eyes away from the baby. Her gaze lingered on him for what seemed like forever.

to admire their son, though his real intention was to draw closer to

son is such a calm

She nodded with a sweet smile. "Yes, he takes after

over him at her words, finding them incredibly touching. A wide smile spread across his face, his happiness overflowing. It dawned on

to Mila, he suggested,

paused, her gaze softening as she met Nathan's eyes. "You're his father, you

more educated than I

yourself," Mila replied,

banter, their smiles growing wider

it's tradition for the eldest family member to give the child a name. It's

consult with Gary?"

"Absolutely," Nathan agreed.

rose and took Nathan's hand.

he looked at Mila's hand intertwined with his. Her touch was