I didn’t think I was cut out to be a mom.
But I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Being Xael’s mom is what I was born to do. This little girl has brought me more joy than almost anything.
She’s perfect. She’s everything I love most about Xander and me, rolled into one tiny human being.
I step outside onto the deck and smile when I see my husband holding our daughter. Her chubby little legs stick out of her ruffle bottom bathing suit and a bucket hat sits on her head, shieling her eyes from the sun—eyes that were once blue and are now as brown as her daddy’s.
She’s his clone, I’ve resolved myself to that fact.
Xael giggles when she sees me and reaches for me.
The rest of our family mingles around the yard of our second home, hanging out. We all decided to come out here for the weekend and just decompress together.
But while I love all of them, I only have eyes for these two.
They’ve stolen my heart, and I don’t want it back.
Ever.