Jilly sat on the bed and her eyes found those mesmerizing brown eyes just like her father’s. She could see the resemblance between the father and daughter. How could that be possible? Jilly thought Grace was all the way like him until she showed Jilly her few-teeth smile.
“Mama,” again, Grace called Jilly with that smile and she couldn’t help but break into a smile too. That was the definition of happiness to Cayne. He watched that unfold in front of his eyes, something he had been dreaming of coming true.
Grace swayed into her mother’s arm and Cayne placed her where she belonged and should be.
Jilly accepted Grace and brought her into her chest. She was feeling one of everything, she couldn’t describe how she felt at that moment. Nobody could describe how it felt to hold their child fo
