“She will love you,” I say again and press my lips to his. “She’ll fucking adore you. Like I do.” “You promise?” he whispers into my mouth. “I promise.” I reach out and place my hand on our daughter’s head, brushing back the short blond strands. “Just look at her. She already loves you unconditionally.” He looks down at the baby sleeping on his chest. Mia’s eyes flutter open and a moment later two amber gazes collide. And then, my husband smiles.
