Wrapped in a cozy, striped robe—a gift from her grandmother—Brooklyn settled into the oversized armchair she’d claimed as her nursing nook. She cradled Marcus to her chest, the soft rise and fall of his breath against her neck grounding her. As he latched on, a surge of warmth flooded through her—not just physical, but emotional. It was in these quiet moments that she felt most connected to him, as though their bond transcended words.