The following morning, bright golden sunlight filled the entire nursery again.
Leo was sleeping peacefully in his father's strong and loving arms.
He had gained three full ounces over the past twenty-four hours.
The hospital discharge papers lay neatly signed on the wooden table.
Doctor Vance walked into the room with a warm smile on.
Doctor Vance: You are clear to take your healthy son home, Arthur.
Arthur: I cannot thank this hospital enough for what happened here.
Arthur turned to face Nurse Clara, who was packings small blankets.
He pulled a small velvet box from his green suit jacket pocket.
Clara looked surprised as he set the box on the table.
Arthur: This was my mother's silver infant charm for good health.
Nurse Clara: I cannot accept such a valuable family treasure, Arthur.
Arthur: You listened to my son when nobody else would pay attention.
Arthur placed the silver charm gently into Clara's open palm.
He insisted she keep it as a symbol of his endless gratitude.
Clara held the cool metal and smiled through soft, happy tears.
She knew she had done her true duty as a nurse.
Arthur carefully placed baby Leo into his portable car seat carrier.
The infant opened his dark eyes and let out a gentle sound.
He looked directly at Clara with a calm and trusting expression.
Nurse Clara: Take good care of your daddy, little hero.
Arthur walked down the sunlit hallway with his head held high.
He was ready to begin his life as a devoted single father.
Clara watched them leave through the large front glass main entrance.
She stepped back into the quiet rocking chair in the nursery.
She smoothed down her clean light-green uniform with a quiet smile.
She knew that love and quiet patience could heal any heart.
The sun shone brightly across the floor, promising many happy tomorrows.