“You just think your daddy’s a prince.” Darcy’s tone hasn’t changed, but my Dove’s has. “My daddy’s not a prince,” she answers sweetly. “He’s a hero. He saved me and Mamma.” My heart rises in my chest, and I slide my palm over Noel’s stomach, whispering in her ear, “And you saved me right back.” “I said I’d wait for you.” “Thank God, you did.”
