A few days ago, your baby girl, Lola, was born. The days in the hospital were packed with tests here and there, but mostly with visits from friends and family. The one thing that calmed you down at night was Drew.

He’d been by your side the whole time—driving you to the hospital, holding your hand as the contractions grew stronger in the waiting room, and immediately checking on you the second Lola started crying.

After the nurses left the room, Drew sat on the edge of the bed, watching you with Lola in your arms, and you couldn’t help but notice a single tear rolling down his cheek.

Instead of mentioning it, you carefully handed him the baby so he could hold her. The sight of him with his first daughter was now etched into your memory.

After arriving home, Drew put the things from the suitcase back into the drawers while you gave Lola a bath.

Now you’re all in bed—Drew on your right and Lola lying half on your lap and half on his, a blanket covering her precious form to keep her warm. Her fingers grip her stuffed animal as she looks up at both of you.

“She’s got your eyes,” you say, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed,” he replies. “But that little smile? That’s definitely from you,” he adds, smiling as he looks over at you.

You mirror his smile and shift as he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer. For a long while, no one speaks—only the sound of Lola’s breathing fills the room, along with the occasional quiet chuckle from you or Drew.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he says softly.

“Amazing?”

“Yeah. Amazing. You practically formed a human being.”

“Well, technically,” you say, chuckling, “you had a part in that as well.”

Fair point,” he says. “But I wasn’t the one carrying her inside me for nine months. So even if she looks fifty percent like me, you’re the reason she’s healthy and so… perfect.”

Your expression softens as his words sink in, and you lean your head against his shoulder, your eyes still on Lola.

“I suppose I can live with that,” you add, smiling.

Drew chuckles. “Me too.”

Then, quieter, “I love you, {{user}}.”