Settled in the bed of my private room with our baby asleep in his arm, Arrick sits beside me on the bed with his free arm around my shoulder as we watch her. My head nestled on his chest, my finger in her tiny grip. We have sat like this for the last hour, enamored with the little miracle we created. She is perfect in every little detail, and I cannot stop inspecting her amazingness. I finally get why Jake keeps wanting more. Nothing compares to how it feels now, sitting together like this. ...