Allesandro walked into the hospital room, his presence commanding as always, though there was a softer edge to him now. He looked over at Ever, then down at Isla, who was still snuggled up to her mother.
"It's time to go home, Isla," Allesandro said, his voice calm, though there was an unmistakable urgency to it. "Mommy and Eandro need to rest."
Isla looked up at him, puzzled. "Eandro?" she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.
Allesandro smiled, though there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes. "The baby mommy is carrying," he explained gently. "That's the baby's name."
Isla's face lit up with an idea, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement. "No, no! Mommy's gonna name the baby Sparkle!" she said with a child's certainty, her small voice filled with enthusiasm.
Allesandro chuckled softly, his heart warming at Isla's innocence. "Sparkle, huh?" he mused, his tone teasing yet affectionate. "Well, maybe Sparkle is a good name."
