In a chamber secluded from the world, on an island whispered about in the clandestine corners far from Florida, Natalia gazed upon Das with an intensity that softened only with the warmth in her eyes.
The past three days had been a tempest of worry and fear, but now, as Das's eyelids fluttered open, relief washed over her like the gentle tide of a calm sea.
Das, feeling the weight of his recent ordeal lifting, looked into Natalia's eyes, a trace of mischief dancing in his own. "Why are you staring at me like that? I just talked to the baby... do you think I look funny?" he teased, adjusting a pillow behind him for support.
Natalia's lips curved into a tender smile, her shyness peeking through the curtain of her joy. "Nothing. I'm just imagining how you would look holding our baby in the future," she responded, her voice a soft murmur.