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the river was life and it flowed in us

He never planned to step foot in the labor room with Camilla. That had always been something he thought best left between her and the doctor, a space he assumed wasn’t meant for him. His plan had been simple: wait in the family lounge, pacing the floor alongside the rest of the family, his nerves getting the better of him as he counted down the minutes to his baby’s arrival. But, as he was quickly learning, plans rarely go the way you expect them to.

The moment Camilla’s teary eyes locked with his, all his so-called bravado shattered. She clung to his hand with a grip so desperate it made his chest ache, her voice trembling as she begged him not to leave her side. There was no room for hesitation—how could he even think of walking away when she needed him like that? In an instant, his ideas of what he should or shouldn’t do vanished, replaced by the overwhelming need to be there for her.

What followed were hours that felt both agonizingly long and blindingly fast. He stood there, holding her hand, whispering words of encouragement he didn’t even realize he was capable of. And when it finally happened, when their child made his way into the world, it was like time stood still.

For a moment, he forgot about the exhaustion, the tension, and even his own nerves. All he could see was the tiny life they had brought into the world. To anyone else, the baby might have looked a little funny, wrinkled, red-faced, and so small he seemed almost fragile. But to Wolf, he was perfect. The tiniest, most incredible thing he’d ever laid eyes on.

They named him River. A name they’d agreed upon long before that moment, but now it felt more fitting than ever. It wasn’t just about strength and power; it was about life.