"You can return to your rest,” Joshua says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I'll take care of her tonight.” He promises, rocking the baby back and forth in an attempt to get her to calm down as she wails with her small hands balled into fists.

Your daughter has your eyes and his nose, he thinks. She’s only six-months-old now, yet he sees more of you in her.

“She's perfect,” he says, looking at her affectionately.

"How did I get so lucky?"