“Maybe...Maybe I could just hold her a little longer?” Cassie’s voice was tentative, but her need was clear.
“Sure thing.” Andy’s agreement was swift and gentle as he carefully lifted Daisy from the cradle and placed her back into Cassie’s waiting arms.
The moment Daisy’s weight settled against her, Cassie’s world realigned. The room was once again complete, filled with the quiet sounds of the night and the steady breathing of her daughter. She brushed a finger over the soft down of Daisy’s hair, marveling at the miracle they had created.
“See? All’s right,” Andy said, the corners of his eyes crinkling with a smile.
Cassie nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat. This was love—the fierce, protective kind that consumed her doubts and filled her with purpose. Holding Daisy, feeling her warmth, sensing the rise and fall of her tiny breaths, Cassie knew she would do anything for this child. She had never been more certain of anything in her life.
“Forever, then,” Cassie whispered to Daisy, her voice barely audible. “I’ll hold you forever, my little love.”
And in that moment, Cassie understood the true depth of love and companionship that had blossomed in her heart for her family.
