Chapter 129 The Future In His Arms

• Morning sunlight streamed through the high windows, casting golden warmth across the chamber walls. Espen stirred beneath the soft linens, her body aching but her heart… full. Bone-deep, soul-swelling full.
• Her son rested on her chest, barely a breath of weight, wrapped in soft ivory cloth and dreaming without a care in the world. Mikko sat beside her, unmoving except to stroke a single fingertip along the baby’s impossibly tiny hand.
• “He’s going to rule the world one day,” Mikko murmured.