“She’s perfect, right?” I rest my chin on his shoulder. “Perfect.” His finger traces her nose, over her pudgy cheek, and around the shell of her ear. “I put a toothbrush out for you in the bathroom.” “Okay,” is his quiet reply, but he makes no move to leave his spot on the bed. We stare at her for I don’t know how long. Then I watch him lift her and get a close-up view of him dusting a soft kiss to her forehead.
