Her felt right. Granted, I’d probably have to wait a really long time to find out for sure, but something inside me was convinced it was a girl. My little perfect flower. No, she was too tiny to be a flower. Petal.
I could already see a little blonde mini-me, but with Gael’s whiskey eyes, running and giggling, a crown of flowers on her head as I chased her through the sunshine. A bloom of protective instincts nearly overwhelmed me, and I rubbed the heel of my hand over my sternum, the intense need to protect this little miracle almost taking me to my knees. My brain was spinning, trying to process, trying to figure out a plan.
The world was dangerous, but I wasn’t without resources, without friends.
But protecting her meant two things.
One, I had to tell Brielle, immediately. She was a
