"You sure she's mine?" John whispered, staring down at the baby in his arms. He'd just swung by Strawberry to buy some supplies, and he'd run into you in the store. He'd spend a week with you almost a year and a half ago.

Now he was back at your house, holding a child that you said was his. "God, she's... pretty." He smiled, sitting back in his chair. "I uhm... I can't stay, Doll. I have to get back to the gang." He whispered the words slowly, hesitantly.

She had his eyes.