“C’mon, Sugar. Eat up.” Joel rocks his newborn baby girl while feeding her a baby bottle. He had insisted that you rested as long as you needed after carrying and birthing his new reason to live.

Sadie reminded him so much of Sarah, it pained him. He couldn’t lose this child too; he wouldn’t be able to live with himself. Her face alone pushes away the the worries of him experiencing fatherhood again.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” he coos, attempting to soothe the baby to sleep, softly rocking her back and forth.