Snow blanketed the world outside, soft and endless, as if nature itself was holding its breath.
Cassidy clutched the edge of the bed as another contraction tore through her. Her breathing was sharp, shallow. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the room, mingling with the clean, clinical quiet of the private Swiss maternity suite.
Clara stood beside her, steady as ever. "Breathe, ma chérie. You're doing beautifully. Just a bit more."
Cassidy gritted her teeth. "How much longer…?"
"Not long now," Clara reassured her gently, brushing damp hair away from Cassidy's face. "Your baby is almost here."
Nine months. Nine months of solitude, of waiting, of carrying this life while wondering what would come after. Cassidy hadn't planned for this. Not truly. But she had accepted it. Chosen it, even.
She'd insisted Georgia stay with her own children in the States. You've already done so much, Cassidy had said. And it was true. Her sister had taken care of everything: the hospital, the caretaker, even Clara — the warm, nurturing woman in her 40s who had stayed with Cassidy through it all, a quiet presence that never once made her feel alone.
Another contraction surged, harder this time. Cassidy cried out despite herself, squeezing Clara's hand.
"You are strong," Clara whispered, firm and comforting. "Your daughter is almost here."
Cassidy nodded faintly, tears clinging to her lashes. Her free hand rested instinctively over her belly.
She didn't know what tomorrow would bring. Only that tonight, something irreversible was happening.
The door opened. The doctor stepped in with the nurses behind him, their movements practiced and calm.
"We're ready, Miss Montgomery," he said in gently accented English. "It's time."
Cassidy barely nodded. The world blurred around her. The lights, the soft voices, the scent of snow on the wind.
She thought of nothing but the child inside her.
She pushed.
Again. And again.
Until finally — silence broke.
Not with a word.
But with a cry.
A sharp, fierce, miraculous cry.
Cassidy's head dropped back against the pillows, her body trembling. When they placed the tiny newborn in her arms, her breath caught.
"A girl," someone said.
But she already knew.
Cassidy looked down at the small, perfect face nestled against her. A sob escaped her throat, quiet and broken.
"Hi," she whispered. "You made it."
In that moment, surrounded by quiet walls and fading pain, Cassidy had never felt more full.
More terrified.
More alive.
Because this wasn't just a baby.
This was her baby.
And the man who fathered her… still didn't know.
Cassidy gently kissed her daughter's forehead, her heart torn between awe and fear.
"Don't worry," she whispered, her voice shaking. "You have me. That's enough."
And maybe, for now, it was.
***
The soft knock on the hospital door came just after the nurse had stepped out, leaving Cassidy alone with her daughter, swaddled and sleeping peacefully against her chest.
Cassidy turned her head toward the door. "Come in."
It opened slowly, revealing a familiar figure—tall, casually dressed in a thick winter coat, his camera slung loosely over his shoulder.
"Hope I'm not intruding," Xavier said with a warm smile.
Cassidy let out a soft breath and gave him a tired but genuine smile. "You're fine. Come in."
He stepped in, careful not to let the cold air follow, and made his way to her bedside. "I brought something. Just some soup. Homemade. And bread, from that tiny boulangerie you like."
Cass chuckled, her voice hoarse. "You remembered."
"I remember everything about food," he teased, placing the wrapped container and bag on the side table. Then, softer, "How are you feeling?"
"Like I was hit by a truck," she replied honestly. "But she's here. And she's perfect."
Xavier's eyes softened as he looked at the sleeping baby. "Can I…?"
Cassidy nodded, adjusting the blanket slightly to show the baby's face. "Her name's Claire."
Xavier crouched a little, admiring the tiny features. "She's beautiful, Cass."
There was something genuine in his tone, something warm and quiet that always made Cassidy feel safe around him. Maybe it was the fact that they were both foreigners in this place. Maybe it was the way he never asked questions she wasn't ready to answer.
"You're the first person outside the hospital staff to meet her," she said softly.
Xavier looked up at her, surprised. "Not even your family?"
Cass shook her head. "Not yet. Georgia wanted to come, but I told her to stay home. Jonah's still little."
He nodded knowingly. "Well… I'm honored."
Cass leaned her head back against the pillow, watching him quietly. "You've been kind, Xavier. I mean it. You've made these past months… easier."
Xavier shrugged, almost shy. "You didn't exactly make it hard. You're one of the most interesting people I've met in Switzerland. Most people just want to talk mountains and chocolate. You talk about real things."
Cassidy smiled faintly, then looked down at Claire. Her fingers traced her daughter's tiny knuckles.
"Have you told her father?" Xavier asked gently.
She froze for a second, then answered without looking up.
"No."
He didn't press. He never did.
***
Three days later, Cassidy was cleared by the doctor to return home.
The snow hadn't let up, but it had softened — falling like powdered sugar over the village rooftops and curling gently against windowpanes. Wrapped in a long wool coat and scarf, Cassidy stepped out of the hospital with Claire swaddled close to her chest. Clara walked beside her, carrying their bags and occasionally glancing toward the new mother with the careful attentiveness she was known for.
They drove in silence, winding through the narrow alpine roads toward the small stone cottage tucked beneath the hills. Cassidy looked out the window, her gaze drifting past the frosted trees and snow-covered fences, her thoughts as quiet as the world around her.
Home.
It was a simple word. But for Cassidy, it now meant something entirely new.
Inside the house, warmth welcomed them like a memory. The fire had already been lit, casting a soft glow across the rustic walls. Clara helped set things down while Cassidy gently laid Claire into the small cradle by the fireplace.
"Bienvenue chez toi," Clara said softly, placing a hand on Cassidy's shoulder. "Welcome home."
Cassidy smiled faintly, fatigue still etched into her features, but there was a softness to her eyes now. A light. "Merci, Clara."
She sat down in the armchair and watched her daughter sleep, the crackle of firewood the only sound in the room.
That afternoon, a knock came at the door.
Cassidy was still curled up with a blanket when she heard it — soft, polite, unmistakably familiar. She rose slowly and padded across the wooden floor, opening the door to find Elise standing there, bundled in a thick winter coat and holding a round tin wrapped in a red cloth.
"Elise," Cassidy said, a little surprised.
The older woman smiled warmly. "Henri told me you came home this morning. I wanted to stop by and say welcome back."
"You didn't have to…" Cassidy began, but Elise was already stepping inside.
"Nonsense," Elise said cheerfully. "I brought cake. Chocolate orange."
Cassidy let out a soft laugh and stepped aside. "Thank you. That's very kind."
Her eyes shifted to the cradle by the fire, where Claire lay peacefully asleep. Elise's smile deepened.
"She's lovely," she murmured. "What's her name?"
"Claire," Cassidy replied.
"Claire," Elise repeated with a fond nod. "A strong name. She looks peaceful."
There was a brief pause before Elise turned back to Cassidy with a knowing expression. "I won't stay long. I know you're recovering. I just wanted to say — if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Truly. No need to be shy."
Cassidy was quiet for a beat, then said softly, "Thank you. That means more than you know."
Elise gave her a gentle pat on the arm and handed her the cake tin. "Motherhood's a wild ride. Beautiful, terrifying, unpredictable. But you've got this."
Cassidy smiled, tired but genuine. "I hope so."
"You're doing great," Elise said as she stepped toward the door. "Even if it doesn't feel like it yet."
Cassidy watched her go, standing at the doorway as Elise disappeared into the snow-dusted street.
She closed the door and turned back toward the fire — toward her daughter.
This was home now.
That evening, after the snow had settled into a gentle hush outside and the fire cast flickering gold across the wooden beams of the cottage, Cassidy lay curled on the couch with Claire asleep on her chest. Her body ached, the good kind of ache — the kind that came with purpose and love and exhaustion all at once.
The screen of her phone lit up with an incoming video call.
Georgia.
Cassidy smiled before even answering. With one hand, she adjusted the phone and tapped to accept.
"Hey, Mama Bear," Georgia's voice chimed the moment her face appeared on the screen — hair in a messy bun, eyes bright with curiosity and affection. "How's my favorite sister holding up?"
Cass chuckled softly, her voice still hoarse with fatigue. "Tired. Happy. A little bit like I've been steamrolled by a herd of cows."
Georgia laughed. "Sounds about right."
Then her tone softened as she leaned in closer to the camera. "Where is she? Where's my baby niece?"
Cassidy adjusted the camera, angling it gently down to Claire, who was still sleeping soundly in a cocoon of blankets against her chest.
Georgia let out a quiet gasp. "Oh my God. Cass, she's… she's beautiful."
Cassidy's smile wavered just slightly. Pride and fear rose in equal parts in her chest as she watched her sister's face melt into pure affection.
"She looks like you," Georgia whispered. "The nose, definitely yours."
"She frowns like me, too," Cassidy murmured. "When she's hungry."
They both laughed softly.
For a moment, neither spoke. Just the sound of fire crackling, of snow falling silently outside.
"You okay?" Georgia asked finally, more gently now.
Cassidy hesitated, then gave a slow nod. "I think so. It's still surreal. But… I love her. So much it scares me."
"It should," Georgia said. "That's how you know you're doing it right."
Cass's eyes stung a little. She blinked quickly and shifted Claire ever so slightly.
"Have you told him yet?" Georgia asked softly, her voice cautious.
Cassidy's jaw tightened. She shook her head.
"No."
"Are you going to?"
"I don't know."
There was a beat of silence. Then Georgia said, "Well, whenever you're ready. Or not ready. You know I've got your back."
Cassidy looked at her sister and felt a swell of gratitude. "I know. Thanks, G."
"Of course." Georgia's smile returned. "Now hold that baby closer to the camera. I wanna memorize every inch of her."
Cassidy laughed, and did as she was told.
And for a few moments, as they cooed and whispered over the screen, it didn't matter how far apart they were. It didn't matter that Cassidy had crossed an ocean or carried a secret.
All that mattered… was this tiny, sleeping girl.
***