Chloe's POV:
The day our daughter was born, Marcus cried outside the delivery room for what felt like forever.
Wendy brought the baby out to show him.
She was tiny, wrapped snugly in a swaddle blanket.
Marcus reached out to take her, his movements stiff and awkward. He stared down at his daughter, the rims of his eyes growing redder by the second.
"She's so small."
Wendy shot him a quick look.
"Hold her steady, will you?"
He hurriedly adjusted his arms.
The baby moved her little mouth, then suddenly stretched out one tiny hand and wrapped it around his finger.
Marcus burst into tears right there.
He held her gently against his chest, his throat so tight he couldn't get a single word out.
After that, he threw himself into learning how to be a father.
The first time he changed h
