After drying off and wrapping a towel around his waist, Silas stepped out of the bathroom. The bedroom was quiet, and Esme wasn't there. He knew she was still in the nursery, tending to their baby.
Without bothering to change, he went straight to the nursery to see his baby. He didn't forget to take the phone with him as he wanted to capture the moments with his daughter.
His steps came to a halt as soon as he entered the room, barely breathing as he took in the sight before him. Esme sat by the window, cradling their newborn daughter against her chest. Her damp hair cascaded over her shoulder, framing her face in gentle waves. She was cradling their baby girl in her arms, feeding her with a calm, serene expression that was so full of love.