I had always wondered about this moment. Always wondered what I would be feeling or thinking, though I never would admit it to anyone. I wondered what she would look like, how she would feel in my arms. Soft and tiny, I knew that much, but I didn’t know it was like this. She was beyond beautiful, beyond gorgeous, there was no way words could ever come close to how stunning she looked.
“Oh my, she’s beautiful.” I looked up and found my mother staring at us.
“She looks like her mother.” I whispered, afraid that I’d wake her up.
“Jackson-”
“No,” I glanced at her and saw the sorrow in her eyes. “she does. I don’t want to walk around the subject like she never existed. Without her I wouldn’t have Jade.”
She grinned, tears glittering in her eyes. “Your going to name her after her mother?”
I nodded. “Jade Elisabeth McCoy. Do you want to hold her?”
