Chapter 307: Leticia
Beatrix’s response was a mixture of laughter and tears of joy. She extended her fingers to caress his hair. "It’s okay," she assured him gently.
"Hey, look at our baby girl." With tenderness, she guided her hand beneath his chin, turning his gaze towards the delicate features of their child.
Damien complied, his eyes meeting the tiny wonder before him, tears continuing to stream.
"I never knew you’d be such a crybaby," Rhys teased from her side.
"Me neither," Damien admitted, his voice breaking as he wiped his eyes with his arm. "Thank you so much, man."
"Remember, it’s not just me," Rhys reassured, offering a comforting pat on his shoulder. Damien nodded, acknowledging his words. With newfound resolve, he rose to his feet, carefully gathering the baby from Beatrix’s embrace and carrying her towards the waiting group.
In a burst of enthusiasm, Bolivar couldn’t contain his excitement. Surging past Remo and Matteo, he playfully announced, "Pardon me, grandfather coming through." His spirited remark prompted laughter from the others, filling the room with a harmonious blend of joy.
"Ah, amica mea, welcome to the family," Bolivar’s voice held a tender warmth as Damien cradled the baby in his arms. "Have you thought of a name for our little princess?"
"But father, I thought I was your princess," Beatrix chimed in with a mock pout.
Bolivar, however, didn’t divert his attention from the infant. "She has taken your place," he quipped, playful in his demeanor. Beatrix’s playful retort found no sway with him, but she wasn’t bothered. She was utterly enchanted by the sight of her father embracing her child – a moment she’d never envisioned experiencing.
Tears welled in her eyes, slipping down her cheeks like gentle rain. Stella, attentive to her friend’s emotions, rushed to Beatrix’s side. Concern laced her voice. "Beatrix, are you hurt?"