I couldn’t speak. I could only rattle my head in a nod.
Gone was the evil demon that’d taken over my wife during labor and my sweet Holly had returned.
Everything was…more than I ever dreamed I could ask for.
“What’s her name?” the nurse asked, smiling.
Holly and I shared a look, both in agreement. I answered, “Sommerleigh.”
A tribute to the mother Holly had never known.
A promise to the child Holly had given life to.
I leaned over and kissed the sweet crown of my daughter’s fuzzy head, murmuring, “Wait until I tell you how mommy and me met…”
Holly gasped and shot me a warning look. “Don’t you dare…”
I just grinned.
Yeah…life was funny.
But, damn near, perfect.
And I was good with that.