Quin couldn't see anything wrong, apart from clear exhaustion, but that was to be expected. Dahlia was positively glowing. Satisfied she was well, Quin turned his attention to the squirmy little bundle in his wife's arms. A daughter. He should have suspected as much and it tugged a sentimental smile to his lips. "She's perfect." He breathed out, brushing a finger gently along her cheek. She was so tiny and even though Quin had seen Zinnia's and Senna's newest additions, this was entirely different.

"Well done, Dahls." He pressed a kiss to her temple, snuggling in closer, settling himself completely on the bed. "What shall we call her?" They'd discussed so many names that he was still unsure of what to settle on. Seeing her now should help, but ultimately he knew Dahlia had stronger opinions than he did.