*Elio*

“She’s beautiful,” Cat sniffed, holding our baby girl in her arms.

I couldn’t tell if the tears falling from her eyes were her being overwhelmed with love and adoration for our baby or the sheer exhaustion of what she went through.

“Yeah,” I said shakily, sitting by her side and tightly holding her hand. I could tell from my reflection in the window that I was still pale.

The miracle of birth was just as beautiful as it was ...