Esme
I was hardly surprised by my little girl’s arrival. Brodie had made it clear that it was a possibility. She was tiny compared to her brother. I couldn’t help but see the comparison. She looked much more like me. I wondered if that was what we had looked like together as infants. I knew Brodie would have been considerably bigger than me, given the age gap. It still left me a bit more than uncomfortable that the three of us had been raised together, even for a short time.
It was odd looking at the two of them lying on my chest. The size difference was ridiculous. I looked at Jackson, but he didn’t seem remotely concerned. The birth of my little girl had gone much more how I had expected than her brother had been. It was like he was too big for my body to handle. I felt better just kn
