Miles Ever After (The Miles High Club)

by T.L. Swan

I stare at her perfect little face as she stares up at me. “Hi,” I whisper. “You’re so pretty.” She has dark hair like me, long eyelashes, and rosy lips. So perfect. I run my finger down her face and try and memorize this moment in time. Take every single second on the record because I know that as long as I live that I never want to forget this feeling. She reaches up and grabs my finger, my heart stops, and my eyes well with tears anew. This is a real living little person, with her own heart and mind. A piece of me and Claire. Oh my god.