Noah didn’t dare to let his gaze linger on her, so he went back to the couch.

Gwynn might’ve just given birth to her baby son, but she was refreshed once she had cleaned herself. Underneath the ceiling light, she lowered her eyes, looking absolutely spectacular. Staring at her adorable newborn, she said in a soft and affectionate tone, “His name will be Ocelotte. Ocelotte Sanders!”

“Quite a poetic name.” Noah repeated it and walked over to pat his newborn. “Let's make Hercules his nickname!”