Marc gripped the bedrail, eyes wide.
— He’s crying… our baby is crying!

Dr. Clara rushed over, stethoscope in hand, her movements steady but her voice trembling. She examined him, took his pulse, checked his reflexes.
— He’s breathing, she said, overwhelmed. His heart is strong. This is… extraordinary.

Élise burst into tears and held both her sons against her. Marc let his tears flow freely. Even Anna, who had wanted to shield Léo, brought a hand to her mouth.
— Thank you, Lord, she whispered.

The murmur spread through the hallway. Nurses stopped, moved. Doctors remained silent, almost reverent. A child without breath had found his in his brother’s arms.

Later, as the baby rested, warm and pink, against Élise, Marc knelt beside Léo.
— Son… how did you do it?