Zaire***
As we reached the door, I gently slipped my arm around Kyra’s waist.
"Let's get you home," I said, looking down at her. "You've had enough excitement for one morning."
She leaned into me, absorbing my warmth, and nodded. "Yeah... enough excitement," she agreed completely. I had to bite back a smile. She had absolutely no idea that the real celebration hadn't even started yet.
Once we got into the car, Kyra settled back in the passenger seat, immediately clutching the ultrasound images to her chest. I watched out of the corner of my eye as her fingers traced the tiny shape of our daughter over and over again. I could practically see her mind spinning between awe, exhaustion, and that familiar flicker of worry.
As I eased the car into traffic, I kept one hand on the wheel and r
