EPILOGUE
“Merry Christmas, darling.” In the labor and delivery suite at the hospital, Brett leaned over and kissed Laurel’s forehead. “I love you.”
Her heart swelled with joy. “I love you, too.”
Holding their daughter in his arms, he kissed her tiny, knitted-cap-covered head and caressed her cheek with his fingertip. “Merry Christmas, my little Noelle.”
Laurel had never been happier or felt more content seeing her wonderful husband and perfectly healthy baby. Yes, she was sore from the delivery, but sacrifices had to be made for the birth of their baby daughter in the wee hours of Christmas morning. Seeing Noelle cradled in Brett’s arms was worth ever contraction and push.
A beautiful mix of love and life filled his gaze. “She’s almost asleep.”
“She’s had a busy day.”
“You have as w
