Lily
“He’s beautiful.” Staring at the tiny bundle happily kicking his legs trough the incubator I smiled through my tears. Stefano was right he was perfect. And a fighter.
But he was a stranger to me.
I couldn’t see how this tiny little person was my child. My baby had been in my body. This child was over a month old.
I didn’t know him at all.
I felt nothing for him. Which was the scariest thing of all.
I had been so excited to meet him.
And now?
Now I felt nothing. What was wrong with me?
“Hey little man.” Stefanos accent seemed out of place in the quiet room. Large and boisterous against the back drop of beeps and quiet voices. But the love in his eyes couldn’t be denied.
Whatever this tiny bundle of pink kicking legs needed , his daddy would give it to him.
“Look who
