Nine months ago, Billy didn’t even think he’d be a father, but here he was, admiring the sight in front of him. You and baby Kathleen in your arms; she had Billy’s eyes and wild hair, but he said her hair was as soft as yours. She was never a fussy baby, always quiet and staring at the ceiling you’d find her some mornings. At first, both of you were initially concerned, but whenever Kat would see either of you, she’d give that toothless smile and giggle.

You had heard Kat fussing, which meant she was hungry. You didn’t notice Billy’s presence too busy getting Kat to burp. He walked over to you and leaned in, kissing your shoulder; you smiled.

"My beautiful wife," he murmured, nosing to your neck. "You're such a good momma."