“Our little Harriet,” I whispered sounding hoarse and weak.
Drew huffed out an emotional laugh, his eyes glazed as he stared at me in that way he always did recently… like he was in awe of me. “We’re fucking parents,” he said quietly. “We have adaughter.”
I held those beautiful eyes with mine for as long as I could, making a hundred unspoken promises to him and Harriet for our future. My heart was pounding so hard that I found myself suddenly distracted by the new silence that descended over the room. When I glanced over, I saw a beautiful little face peering from a blanket being offered to me.
Our little girl.
It took everything to not burst into tears when I accepted Harriet from the nurse. I cradled the tiny bundle to my chest and tried to catch my breath as I looked down at the utter picture of perfection I was holding in my arms.
Harriet Linda Tucker was beautiful in every way.
She stared up at me curiously, little grunts coming from her as I stared right back. The connection felt instant, another small puzzle piece of my heart suddenly locking into place like it had always been there. I loosened the blanket enough to find her tiny hands and the tiny fingers on them and ran my lips over them reverently.
I couldn't stop stroking her fingers and running my thumb down her cheeks. This tiny little human being had just come from me. She was already the best parts of Drew and me, andthe most loved human on the face of the planet.
I glanced up at Drew the moment I was able to drag my eyes from our little Harry and smiled.
“You want to hold your daughter?”
“More than anything in the world,” he answered, with pure love shining from his eyes.
Slowly, and carefully, I placed our daughter into her father’s arms and watched as he pulled her to him.
I loved Drew. I had since the day I’d met him, but the sight of him with our baby in his arms, her cheek pressed against the hound on his bare chest, and her tiny hand wrapped around his thumb did something to me that I would never, ever forget.
All of his power and strength wrapped around her delicate frame with such love and adoration, I could feel it myself. The sight of it warmed my heart and made tears flood my eyes as the future lit up like a sunny day. Drew’s rough edges and darker days all melted away as he looked down on his daughter like she was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen. I knew the feeling. For me, Drew had never looked so good. Watching him rocking our baby back and forth in those powerful arms as he bounced in place, I knew this little girl would never know true fear. He wouldn’t let her. I knew that her pain would always be eased by this man, who was already so in love with her, that he was lost to the world. I also knew that she would always be loved by Drew, by me, and the entire MC family she would grow up surrounded by.
Harriet Tucker was going to be the brightest spark in our lives.
She was perfection wrapped in a swaddling blanket and cradled by the most perfectly imperfect man I had ever met.
This right here was my world.
These two divine beings were my life.
And really, it was only just the beginning.
“She looks like a little angel,” I said, propping my head up with my hand on my side of our enormous California king-sized bed, watching as Harriet kicked her arms and legs at the ceiling above her. It was so good to be home with the newest addition to our family. Harriet was wearing a ridiculously cute onesie with the Hounds logo that one of the girls had ordered for her in baby pink. Happy little gurgles emitted from her when her daddy ran a finger over her miniature-sized palm.
We were besotted. Even sleep deprivation hadn’t stopped our complete adoration when it came to Harriet.
Every moment Drew spent holding her, rocking her in his arms and dropping little butterfly kisses all over her face, the more I fell in love with them both. The contrast of her delicate little body in his strong arms was indescribable. Watching him with her was one of my favorite pastimes now.
Glancing over at him on the bed, I smiled. Since we’d moved into this house that Harry had given us, Drew had been peaceful, happy, and content. Being here with Harriet seemed to take that all to a whole new level. Reaching over, I traced his brow with a finger, not really saying a word in explanation, just needing to touch him. I always needed that connection these days, whether it was with him, Harriet, or both of them. It was almost as though I was making sure they were both still real, and this was my life.
Drew glanced up, a soft smile in place. It was a part of him now. The smile I used to long to see more of had brightened up his face more than ever before, making him even sexier than I ever thought he could be.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Better than okay,” I admitted, smiling back at him. “Just have to keep reminding myself this is real life.”
“Pretty special, ain’t it?”
“You, sir, are looking at the luckiest woman alive.”
“Damn right.” He smirked. “I’m a catch.”
I let off a small laugh and dropped my hand to where Harriet was gripping his thumb with a white fist, my finger gently stroking her knuckles.
