Stealing Rose (The Fowler Sisters #2)(95)

I press forward, pushing hard, and then it feels as if the baby just spills right out of my body and into the doctor’s hands. She begins to cry, the little gasping sound the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. “It’s a girl,” he says with a smile.

We already knew. We have a name picked out and everything. Caden kisses my lips, whispering that he loves me as the doctor asks him to cut the umbilical cord, and he does so, tears actually streaming down his face as he cradles his baby girl close, holding her in his arms.

“She looks just like you,” he says as he brings her to me.

I carefully shove the hospital gown from my arms so my breasts are exposed and I take the baby from Caden, holding her close to my chest. The baby nuzzles her cheek against my flesh, her little lips working, and I turn her to face me just as her eyes peer open.

They’re dark, the color indiscernible, and we stare at each other for long, quiet moments as the world continues rushing around us. I touch her cheek, her lips, the tip of her nose. She’s beautiful. Perfect. Her hair is dark, her cheeks round, and my heart fills to overflowing with love.

“Welcome to the world,” I whisper as I press a kiss to her rosebud lips, Caden’s hand coming down to gently caress her head. “Daisy.”