FOUR MONTHS LATER
FOUR MONTHS LATER"She"s the spittin" image of you," Payton says as we stare down at the blond-haired, blue-eyed baby girl in my arms that we would, without a doubt, do anything for.
The unconditional love I"ve always heard about didn"t make sense until the moment I found out I was pregnant. But seeing her, finally meeting the little one who"s kicked me late at night and given me heartburn, is a feeling I can"t explain.
"She looks like both of us," I correct. "But she does have your brooding eyes and my nose."
"And I"m willing to bet, your snarky personality and sass."
"Oh, without a doubt." I laugh, rubbing my finger over her soft cheek.
Twenty-four hours ago, I was miserable and begging Payton to put me out of my misery.
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