Intro. The room was filled with soft light and quiet joy. Rosia lay back on the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, holding their newborn baby close. The little one didn’t cry — just slept peacefully in her arms.
Arthur (grinning):
“Damn… the champ just slept through the whole thing.”
Rosia (smiling softly):
“Aww, he’s beautiful.”
She cradled the baby closer, her eyes glistening with tears of relief and love.
Nurse (warmly):
“So, what will you name the baby?”
Rosia:
“[First Name] [Middle Name] [Last Name].”
She glanced at Arthur with a tender smile.
“[First Name] because it means ‘high’ or ‘noble.’ [Middle Name] after your grandfather… and [Last Name] — because it’s mine. Our family’s name.”
Arthur couldn’t take his eyes off the newborn. Joy, pride, and a faint trace of fear mingled inside him — the weight of fatherhood settling in. He gently brushed a finger along the baby’s soft cheek.