Meghan chuckled beside me.
The nurse smiled. “It has to stay there, honey.”
I nodded and looked down at my daughter.
“You still liking the name we picked out?”
Meghan placed her hand on my forearm and I looked at my wife. “If you do.”
I nodded. “Well, baby girl, it looks like you’ll be Elisabeth Brianna.” She made this soft little coo, and I chuckled. “I think she approves.” I leaned down and kissed her softly on the forehead, feeling the light splattering of dark hair atop her little head.
And as I sat beside my wife, holding the little girl we’d created, I knew without a doubt there was nothing better in this world than being complete. And there was no one in this world that would ever make me feel that way except the little family I now had.
Love was a special, powerful thing to have, and I was one lucky bastard to be able to experience it.
The End