“The best thing we ever did. She’s as beautiful as her mommy.” Arrick kisses me on the forehead again and holds us both close in an awkward embrace, bringing all three of our faces together as close as he can as we breathe in the tiny perfection of her. It’s like all the months of bickering, discomfort, and moaning flutter away in the breeze.

She has Arrick’s eyes, his weird flat eyebrows, a little button nose, and a tiny puckered mouth as she stares at me with utter ...