Royal(92)

I can’t decide who she looks like yet. Sometimes she looks like me, sometimes like Royal. And at the same time, she looks nothing like her brother. Genetics are funny that way.

Campbell is already fast asleep again. I adjust her swaddling and place her back in the bassinette, and I just watch.

I could watch her for hours.

All day, every day.

She’s the sweetest.

And me? I’m the luckiest.

Life may not always be a fairytale, but it doesn’t mean we can’t make our own happily-ever-after.

THE END