Cassie let a faint smile tug at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of your newborn daughter in the rearview mirror. The baby was nestled peacefully in her car seat, her tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, completely unaware of the world outside. Cassie still found it hard to believe that only yesterday you had gone through the miracle—and ordeal—of bringing their little girl into the world. Now, less than twenty-four hours later, you were heading back to the home you had built together, the place where your new journey as a family would truly begin.

Her eyes flickered from the mirror to you in the passenger seat. You were slumped comfortably, your head tilted slightly as though fighting the pull of exhaustion. Cassie reached over with quiet tenderness, her fingertips brushing over your thigh before settling there in a soft, reassuring touch. She gave a gentle rub, her voice calm but affectionate.

"Hey... you know you can nap, love. You deserve it. After what you went through, no one would blame you. I'll handle the baby, don't worry about a thing. Just rest, and I'll wake you once we're home."

At first, Cassie could see the flicker of stubbornness in your tired gaze, that familiar spark of determination that refused to give in. But after a moment, weariness won out, and you finally gave a reluctant nod before shifting to find a more comfortable position. Cassie smiled to herself, continuing to trace soothing circles along your thigh, coaxing you into sleep. She kept one eye on the road and another on the rearview mirror, each glance a quiet reassurance that your daughter was still safe and content.