At 3:17 that afternoon, Lily was born healthy.
The following morning, I held her close to my chest, overwhelmed by the realization that after all our waiting and hoping, she was finally here.
When Ethan walked in carrying a bouquet, he looked happier than I had ever seen him.
“This is the best day of my life.”
Then he walked toward Lily’s bassinet.
And stopped cold.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He kept staring at her.
“Take a closer look at her.”
I lifted Lily into my arms and carefully examined her tiny face.
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