Chapter 30

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August 

As the moon cast a soft glow through the curtains, Mila stirred in her sleep, a sudden sharp pang causing her to gasp awake. Quinn slept peacefully beside her, unaware of the pain his fiancé was in. Mila's hand instinctively went to her belly, where waves of pain were starting to come and go.

She gently shook Quinn awake whispering urgently, "Quinn, the baby."

Blinking away sleep, Quinn's eyes widened in realization. They had prepared for this moment, but nothing could fully ready them for the rush of emotions and the whirlwind of events that followed.

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In the dimly lit hospital room, Mila's grip tightened on Quinn's hand as she endured each contraction. The medical team moved swiftly and efficiently, their voices a steady reassurance amidst the intensity of labor. Mila's determination and Quinn's unwavering support were palpable in the air, weaving a sense of unity and strength.

After what felt like an eternity of pushing and deep breaths, cries of a newborn pierced the room. Aria, their daughter, made her grand entrance into the world, a tiny bundle of life and promise.

Exhausted, Mila and a not so exhausted Quinn exchanged tearful smiles, their hearts overflowing with love for their new addition. They had chosen the name Aria for its uniqueness and the melody it brought to their lives.

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Days passed, and the family settled into a new rhythm at the lake house. Charlie and Lacy, we're excited to meet their baby sister.

When the moment finally arrived, Charlie and Lacy tiptoed into the nursery, their eyes widening at the sight of Aria nestled in Mila's arms. "She's so tiny!" Lacy exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder.

Charlie, always the protective older brother, leaned in to get a closer look. "Can I hold her, Mommy?"

Mila smiled and carefully passed Aria to Charlie, who held her with a mixture of awe and responsibility. Lacy, not to be left out, reached out to touch Aria's tiny fingers, her face glowing with adoration.

"She's perfect," Quinn murmured, wrapping his arms around his family. "Our little Aria."

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