can’t see anything. Patrick helps lift me and I grab
on to my abdomen tightly to avoid any shocks.
“Bed number 12,” he whispers in my ear before
sitting next to me.
The guys disappear discreetly in silence but I
am not able to hold back my tears.
Patrick smiles at me and holds my hand, before
having me rest my head on his shoulder.
“She’s—”
“She’s beautiful, just like you, but she still
doesn’t have a name and I think we need to fix that
because we can’t go on calling her baby number
12.”
“You’re right, but I still haven’t thought of it. It
needs to be something appropriate, something that
fits her perfectly.”
“Lily,” he says.
“Lily?”
“When I look at her the first thing that comes to
my mind is perfection, because that’s what she is,
she’s pure and absolutely perfect and I would do
anything so that she remains that way forever.”
And in this moment, next to the most imperfect
man that the world has brought forth, I see
everything very clearly before my eyes.
I see two hands that make a little dark haired
girl with wavy hair jump.
I see a man on the couch asleep with her on his
chest.
I see a house full of chaos, love and laughter. I
