"That child is the spitting image of you," I tell him, smiling. She's got his nose, right down to the plates, his wide cheekbones, and his eyes. There'll never be any doubt in anyone's mind that this baby girl is a hundred percent his. It's amazing to me that I can see so many of his features in her small, scrunched up face. "Isn't she beautiful, though?"
"Almost as beautiful as her mother," he agrees, and kisses my brow again. "Did you decide on a name?"
We've tossed around a few but never settled on anything. I look at her now, and then glance up at my husband. "Tara? She can take half your name, since she took your face."
A delighted grin spreads across my mate's mouth, and he holds the baby tighter. "Tara," he repeats. "I love it." He strokes her tufts of black hair with an awestruck expression on his face. "To think that I never had anything in my life, and now I have everything a male could ever want." He takes my hand in his. "Thank you, my Lucy."
Damn it. The man's going to make me cry again. "All right, but the next one looks like me," I declare, as if I have any say over the genetics.
And Rektar leans in and kisses me again. He's giving me so many kisses tonight, this man. "It is a promise."