Landon (Swanson Court 4)

Rachel is looking at me, smiling through her exhaustion. “Let me see.”

I put him in her arms, and he makes a satisfied sound. She touches a finger to his tiny nose and her lips quirk. “He looks like you.”

I study the contented face. “I don’t know.”

“Hello, Preston,” she whispers, saying the name we chose a long time ago. It’s for my father, and for her family too. “Hello, Preston Foster Court.”

He squirms and yawns.

I chuckle. “I think he likes it.”

She meets my gaze and gives me an angelic smile. Even with the exhaustion in her eyes, she has never looked more beautiful.

“Yes,” she agrees. “I think he does.”

The End