Epilogue
Marianna Elizabeth O’Shaunnessey was the most beautiful baby Devon had ever seen. She stared in rapt fascination at the tiny face staring curiously back up at her, and had to remember to breathe.
“She looks like a cherub,” Lucas pronounced, gliding a gentle finger over the infant’s tiny smooth cheek. Her eyes, such a dark blue they looked like navy denim, blinked several times as she turned her head, and her little rosebud mouth fluttered open and closed. “Strong rooting instinct, too. Are you hungry, darling?” he crooned, and beamed like a witless fool when her wide-eyed gaze shifted in his direction.
“She nursed just before you came in,” Eva assured him, then flashed Devon a bolstering smile. “Don’t worry, you won’t drop her.”
“I’ve never held a newborn before,” Devon confes
