Chapter 21: PatrickI hovered anxiously while Jerome completed his examination of my baby, powerless to take my eyes off his tiny form.
He was beautiful and perfect. It was as if whatever God existed had taken Lucas and myself, mixing us evenly into the little boy laying on the gurney, giving him half of my attributes, and half of Lucas's.
My son was watching Jerome, his bright green eyes wide, staring at Jerome's face with a solemn expression. His eyes were an exact replica of mine, which Jerome said was unusual in a baby so young. Like Lucas, he had dark hair with bronze highlights, but it was curly, like mine. His long fingers were his father's, his face heart-shaped like mine. Everywhere I looked on his tiny body, there were similarities to Lucas and myself.
Jerome finished his exami
