Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79599 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Tank comes and stands by me, looking down at our daughter in awe. “She’s beautiful,” he breathes as he presses a kiss to my forehead.
I raise my chin and capture his lips in mine. “God, I love you so much,” I tell him before looking down at our daughter again, his warm arms circling us both.
“She’s absolutely perfect,” I whisper before turning to Lily, who’s watching us with tears in her eyes. “I don’t know how we’re ever going to be able to thank you. Nothing will ever be enough.”
She wipes her eyes before giving us a sad smile, and I’m sure that this will be the hardest thing she’ll ever do. It will be a moment she’ll think about every day for the rest of her life. “Just be the best parents you can be to that little girl. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you.”
“We will,” I promise her.
“Do you have a name picked out?” she questions, struggling to keep the tears at bay.
I look up at Tank with a proud smile before turning back to Lily. “If it’s okay with you, we’d like to name her Lily.”
“Really?” she questions, her voice breaking.
“If it weren’t for you, we’d never have this child. We owe everything to you,” Tank says.
Her sad smile quickly becomes a proud, beaming one as she looks at the child she just gifted us. “Lily is perfect.”
We’re soon ushered out of the room with our new baby so Lily can go through the recovery process, and I must thank her at least a million times more before we’re led away.
We’re taken to the maternity ward, where our beautiful little girl is measured and weighed before we have the chance to dress her.
A nurse comes in with a bottle of formula and explains the process of how to make up her bottles while Tank listens intently, terrified of screwing it up, but he won’t. He’s going to be such an incredible father to this little girl.
Before we know it, our daughter is a few hours old and is fast asleep in her daddy’s arms. A knock sounds at the door, and I find a very pregnant Dani pushing her way into the room with Miller and Mia right on her heels, completing our beautiful family.
While they gush and coo, I can’t help but think that this little girl is a gift sent to us from above. A gift sent to us by a beautiful little boy, who I have no doubt hasn’t stopped looking down on his mommy and daddy with an abundance of happiness.
And I vow, in this very moment, that I will do everything I can to ensure our daughter knows just how loved both she and her big brother are.
Forever and always.