Dominic arrived three days after I gave birth.
His jaw was rough with stubble, his suit wrinkled beyond saving, clearly he'd come straight from the airport.
He stood over the bassinet, staring down at the tiny, wrinkled thing inside. For a long time, he said nothing.
Then he turned to me, his eyes faintly red, though his mouth was still trying to hold that careless tone he always used.
"Looks like me."
I was propped up against the headboard. I couldn't help laughing.
"She's three days old. What could you possibly be seeing?"
"She looks like me."
He refused to budge. Then he sat down on the edge of my bed and reached over to tuck the damp strands of hair away from my forehead, tucking them behind my ear.
His touch was so light, as though he was afraid of breaking something.
"I hea
